7 January 2008
Cuba No. 2
We are in Cuba. The land of buildings that fall apart, men that hiss at you, and smells that are identical to India. I have felt like I am in India the whole time. It’s full on, so different to Mexico. I love Cuba though. I spent not last night but the night before vomitting what I think was the street pizza. However, it came up in the form of that nights frijoles and cumin which I am a little wary of now.
I don’t get Cuba. We take our moments to ask Cubans what we can, but everyones story is different and its lucky if you understand a word through their accent.
Welcome to Cuba moment.
We walkt through customs, get to the automatic door and nothing happens. We turn to the dude, he says, open it!, we turn and open the automatic door with our hands, the dude grimaces and we take our first step onto Cuban soil.
January 7th, 2008 at 11:01 pm
Oh Lordy. Sounds like a real, real adventure.
Stay safe lovely, you and the other three, like mums say, “I want you all home in one piece!” Or three pieces really, since three of you are coming back to Oz soon. And another Jo-piece for Guatemala, they need her there.
No more vomiting without me either… that’s what I bring to the group, that’s what I do well!!
Loves xoxox
January 10th, 2008 at 6:01 am
go cuba
Maybe its not right to get them straight away. Straining to understand is a pretty special state in an odd kind of way.
January 10th, 2008 at 7:46 pm
Lovely. Sounds like it’s hardly changed. I had so, so much street pizza.
January 16th, 2008 at 12:31 am
There was, no more vomiting.
And it is good not understanding something. It is a special space. The next time anyone gets too cocky lets just send them to Cuba.
And I sadly never ate more street pizza. Lucky you were a cheegan back then.