Highlights of the trip:
* The visit to the art factory (a unique concept, only 2 CUC’s to enter; they must make their money from the food and the drinks consumed by the heavy turnout to the place), the Cuban Jazz program and the art work there. There was also a fashion show.
Could not go to the fishing village Cojimar which inspired his novel, Old Man and the Sea. Instead, went to Fusterlandia
"What attracted you to Ari?" I quizzed Fo.
"Everything," he said, blushed, and smiled at Ari.
I think I get it. I too know a thing or two about falling in love.
They were married twelve years ago and their daughters are eight and six. Apparently, in Cuba, a couple would have changed spouses two or three times in 18 years.
After dinner, we walked to our place. The sidewalks were in bad condition with several sudden dips and potholes and large, leaning trees that one had to skirt to get further. I should have worn walking shoes but my sandals were comfy though with heels. At our place, I served black coffee (instant that I had taken with me; Ari and Fo like it black) and some Mangaram biscuits and two pieces of dark Belgian chocolate which are a must for me after dinner (for medical reasons:)). So I was not generous since I had taken very limited quamtity with me.
Trinidad is a place frozen in time. I was blown away by the very first whiff. In the evening of the first day, B and I took a carriage ride on the cobble-stone streets. The young bespectacled driver David looked very Texan with his large hat and low cute jeans and boots. He barely spoke any English. Unfortunately, as soon as the carriage began to move, he lit a cigarette and almost immediately, I requested him not to refrain. He put it out. I felt bad for him. Then again, maybe not.
Cool Caribbean breeze kissing our faces, the clippity clop ride on the cobble stone streets was like when I rode these carriages, though on tar roads as a kid in New Delhi, India.
Long Live Cuva!