Con un par

With a couple of “ostiones” and a “Cubanito” I say goodbye to Cuba, the Island of my dreams. I say goodbye to that one peso rum that so many friendships forged, I say goodbye to the refrescos, the batidos, the pan con lechón, and those awfull pizzas, how I’ll miss them, I say goodbye to the Habaneros, and specially the Habaneras, el son, la salsa y la trova, but not before singing one more time, very much off key, Yolanda all the way to the airport. But I don’t say goodbye to the friends, whom they tell me, like if I were one of the 5 heroes: “volverás” & why not, maybe they’ll have me make ceviche one more time…
My dream became reality and I couldn´t ask for more. I got educated on history, religion, culture, dance and love. Love for a cause, for a revolution. Love and passion... and also discontent. And Ill treasure those sunset along the malecón calling out for Silvio, those days at the beach tuning for La Charanga, and that woman, standing on the drums, telling me my saint is Xangó…

Habana, Sabanas Blancas Habana!!!

And one cannot help but wonder what would have been of Cuba without the embargo, or maybe better, what would have been of the world without the yanqui imperialism...
Tabaco & Ron, somebody sings, Sol y Arena cries a second one, the third one recites the now leyend story of Playa Girón. Such beauty and history in one same spot, it can be very seldomly found. And because of this, a change of plans is in order, I install myself in Habana like if it was my motherland, but this time its not entirely my fault, I have some pretty good accomplises: Ernst, Fidel (el de antaño), Camilo, Silvio and Pablo are some of them, and leading the pack, some argentine who truly loved MachuPichu.
You can breath history in Habana, history of two revolutions, history of Son, Prosa, Poesia y Trova. And I share all this with a Fin, the warmest baltic guy there's ever been. And history continues as we make our way to Santa Clara