Guess where?
Here's a hint.
In case you can't tell, this is the Jose Marti La Habana international airport building.
La Habana.... as in Havana. As in Cuba.
Yes, fun seekers, I visited my first Communist country today.
I have a lot of pictures to weed through, some more to down load, and some to find.
And I have a lot of stories to tell.
My friend Dan and I went to Cuba on a Roads Scholar trip. This is a tour group that caters to, let's say, more mature folks. And old got a new definition. Our oldest member, a young 85 year old gent from Minnesota, was the first with a joke, the first to dance, the first to go off on a new adventure an the first to share a drink. I want to be like him when I grow up. This man was a hoot.!
And I leaned something about myself on this little trip.
I am a wine person, Cuba is not wine country. But they have a little drink down there they call the mojito.
When you go into most hotels, they hand you one for a welcome drink.
When you go into most restaurants, they hand you one for a welcome drink.
When I hesitantly sipped my first mojito on a 90 degree day, I said "This is great!"
I like mojitoes.
I guess I should not use the word stories. On a tour you are pretty much expected to stay with your group. And I did. Being in a Communist country with a heavy police presence, some even in uniform, makes the idea of wandering off on your own a little less desirable.
But, I am getting ahead of myself.
Starting tomorrow, I will be writing about my experience. Notice I said my experience, because Dan may have different perceptions. And he may have understood some things more clearly than I did. So what I write about will be my interpretation.
But it will be true. Pretty serious. Mostly.
So....that's it for tonight. Feeling a little tired after a long day and at the same time, am a little jazzed about sleeping in my own bed without the fear of bedbugs.
But I do miss my nightly mojito. Or two. Or three............
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