Tag Archive: Cuba

Food in Cuba

Food sells tours. My colleagues talk about pasta and I want to pull up stakes and emigrate again, even if every hamlet on Earth has multiple Italian restaurants. (I keep wandering into likely… Continue reading →

Arriving in Cuba, day T minus 3

Within hours of arriving in Cuba I was filled with regret. Or was it disappointment? It was the same feeling I get when fighting the zipper of an overpacked suitcase. The feeling that… Continue reading →

Happy International Women’s Day

The question we asked Cuban women that is clearest in my mind was off from the beginning. My previous partner and I had traveled to the blockaded island to ask women there about… Continue reading →

International Women’s Day in Cuba

The magazine’s reception desk was empty when we arrived, but we could hear voices not far away. My former partner and I had come to Cuba during the heady days of Obama’s second… Continue reading →

Are you a peach or a coconut?

Belgians were a bunch of coconuts. Latin America was one big peach orchard. And I don’t know what the hell I am. The metaphor is new to me, but I heard the idea… Continue reading →

This is not your last chance to go to Cuba

Both “Cuba is changing rapidly” and “Cuba is a great place to visit” have been true for a long time, and I don’t expect either to change any time soon. Buuuut. Direct flights… Continue reading →

Things like this still happen in Havana

The thing about Cuba is all the streets are so…Cuban. Roaming about, I often feel like large cities belong to the country of Citylandia, removed from the nations that surround them, but Havana?… Continue reading →

Who wants to go to Cuba?

That I was sitting in the restaurant, soaked to the seams, was not the surprising part of lunch. That it had begun raining as soon as I had to leave for a social… Continue reading →

Globalization on my head, from Cuba to Cambodia

Can you think of a better movie for the barbershop TVs than Edward Scissorhands? I couldn’t, but then again, in the heat of Santiago de Cuba, and with the gummybear feeling in my… Continue reading →

Equanimity on the equinox, Cuba behind and ahead

I seem to have fallen out of Nature. When they built my apartment a hundred years ago, they didn’t bother with niceties like insulation, and my toes remember cold winter days when they… Continue reading →