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All in Caribbean
Havana: the land of black fish net tights under a khaki skirt, sunset Cristals along the Malecón, and cars whose speedometers read 0 miles per hour whether they're moving or not. As with many places, it's everything I expected and nothing I expected at the same time.
The sweetness of the mojitos and tranquility of the bay today make it hard to believe this was the location of a insurgency in 1961.
While definitely a tourist destination for Canadians, Russians, and the French, Varadero seems mostly undiscovered by Americans.
"What do you mean ATMs are closed?" This was my first question to the taxi driver when we landed at 2:00am in La Habana that night of November 1st. They all close at 1:30am, after which you cannot get cash anywhere in town. Well this is going to be fun. How am I going to pay the casa particular and the cab? We’re in for an adventure!
Braids make sense here. The wind graciously blows the bugs away, but also plasters any hair wispies to skin made sticky from sunscreen and sweat. Braiding my hair tight against my scalp in rows makes practical sense.
When things go the opposite as planned.
