Happy New Year!
This conversation is going to be a little funny and one-sided, since one of the things it’s hard to get in Cuba is Internet access. (Actually, that’s not true, it was pretty easy once we established that we really, actually wanted it, and not the idea of it, whenever it was possible for someone to give it to us when the feeling came over them, and then it happened in about 10 minutes. It’s a card you buy and it gives you one hour of access. Me being me, I decided I would be thrifty, and I entered my code, slammed up a blog post, downloaded my email and then shut it off, pleased as punch with myself that I’d used less than 10 minutes of my allotted hour. It would be easy, I thought, to make that hour last all week. Then Carlos asked if he could use my computer to check his email, and I said yes, and we re-entered the code, and couldn’t get on – thus learning that either you use all of your hour at once, or you forfeit the rest. I blame the mistake on what I can tell is my appallingly beginner level Spanish.) The upshot of the nature of this access is that I’ll read your comments on yesterday’s post after I put up today’s post and I hope that it works. Forgive me ignoring blatant questions, will you?
Cuba is, as expected, completely wonderful, and we haven’t even made it to Havana yet. Things here are as they were in the Dominican. Slower, less concerned… desks scheduled to open at 9am open at 9:30, or 10 – or in the case of today, not at all, without notice or any sort of concern at all. The whole system is loose, and nobody here can understand why loose isn’t the way we do things in Canada. (I think the answer is the heat, but I have to think on it.) There’s a general sense of economy here that I like. There is air conditioning, but it is only on to a comfortable level, rather than blasting – and lights are dimmed in the daytime heat. The food is different, the trees and wild things are very wild, and little anoles (like a gecko) run everywhere that you look. The sea is warm, the people are kind, and just about everything is beautiful. We take turns with Lou in the daytime, playing, walking, rocking and digging holes, and he does his fait bit by spending most of his afternoon like this:
While Sam and I play in the waves,
Joe and Carlos talk about buying a boat, and if if would fit in the driveway, and where they would sail it, and generally dream about all the things they could never have…
We’re making a move for Havana soon, and I can’t wait to show you all of it.
For now…Happy New Year, from a table in Cuba where we rang in the New Year with Champagne, 12 grapes
(Carlos is Spanish – Tradition says he eats 12 grapes at midnight, and there were none to be found. Samantha scavenged 12 off of cakes, garnishes and side plates in the restaurant. She was on a mission.)
We had each other, good fun, and a wonderful game of cards.
Feliz Año Nuevo!