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
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
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
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
It might be racism, but I was pleasantly surprised by the calm rustle of business being conducted in the long room. The extra-tall venetian blinds swayed softly in the air conditioning, while women… Continue reading
It wasn’t the belly full of savory ropa vieja or the day spent in the sunshine glow of Cuba’s capital city. It wasn’t the colonial facades of buildings, crumbling in Caribbean splendor, nor… Continue reading
“He is the grandson of one of Cuba’s most famous ballet dancers, the whole family does ballet, but he is having problems today. I am expecting a tantrum from him at any minute.”… Continue reading
When you first get to Southeast Asia, you can’t stop taking pictures of tuktuks. They’re just so…interesting! A week later, maybe two, and you barely notice the three-wheeled vermin. This is often the… Continue reading
Did you know Cubans can fly? I knew about the salsa dancing and the talking fast, but the flying, that surprised me. I didn’t think much of the ballet during my first three… Continue reading
Where do I start to talk about Cuba? A prequel in the Miami hotel, ostensibly close but a world away from Cuba, where a plethora of pillows was unable to conceal the… Continue reading
Expectations are the fastest way to screw up an experience. – Me With that personal aphorism in mind, I flew down to an infamous foreign land with as blank a slate as… Continue reading