Everyone Knows Colby
Our guide, Colby, has been to Havana many times. I can’t tell you how many people stopped him on the street and greeted him like a long-lost friend. Could be because he’s very tall — 6’3 or 4, with an engaging way about him. Anyway, people seem to want to serenade him!
It was really cold today — only in the fifties, with strong gusty winds. When we went out this morning, the streets were deserted and Sady was miserable! They just don’t get temperatures like this. Of course, there’s a hard freeze predicted for south Florida, so….
We visited the Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes and saw some disturbing installations. Melanie, a retired art teacher, was in her element.
A traditional Cuban lunch cost $21 for the five of us. Food is very cheap here. Last night Jane and I shared delicious grilled octopus, Melanie had ropa vieja (shredded beef with rice) and Colby had lobster and the cuenta came to $60, including some yummy flan. They love US dollars here.
Tomorrow we’re leaving town for a trip to Viñales, snuggled in the mountains west of Havana, where they grow tobacco. A welcome change of scenery.
I cannot believe the cold weather followed you. I do love the red rhino but not sure about the silverware people. I want some of that flan!