So six months later…
I finally decide to finish putting my Cuba pics up on my blog. Which, I might add, I created for that sole purpose so I could share with all of you! Oops. Well hey, better late than never! LOL! And at least now I've done some other "blog worthy" things in the last 6 months as well! Rewinding all the way back to January…
Havana, Cuba
Ahhh… the beaches :)
I finally decide to finish putting my Cuba pics up on my blog. Which, I might add, I created for that sole purpose so I could share with all of you! Oops. Well hey, better late than never! LOL! And at least now I've done some other "blog worthy" things in the last 6 months as well! Rewinding all the way back to January…
Havana, Cuba
Ahhh… the beaches :)
(yes, I realize my pictures jumped around and I'm too lazy to change it! so pfffft!)
And of course, the cute little beach dogs! They are adored by the locals, friendly, and well fed. But they are also crawling with a variety of little beach bugs! And the one day the ocean was calm enough for me to go snorkelling the only thing of interest I saw was a little, clean dog skull. Other than that there was absolutely nothing but sand. No fish, no crabs underwater, not even any seaweed! Really boring snorkelling. Apparently Cuba does have some amazing reefs to dive but the seas were so rough that week, there was no diving anywhere near Havana.
I did find a crab on the beach, but none underwater.
The houses in Cuba range from amazing, colourful houses, to dilapidated apartments and shacks.
A lot of the apartments still have marble entranceways and stairs that leave you to imagine the grandeur that they once were.
At one point my friend William, a Columbian living in Toronto, and I wandered into one of these great old apartments, and went up an old marble staircase until someone asked what we were doing. William chatted them up (in Spanish) saying that we were looking for a friend and managed to get us invited in for tea. A family of four were living in about 400 sq feet, with furniture piled everywhere and a homemade loft bed above. Two to four apartments of people would share one toilet and sink. At one point there was only two large apartments per floor, but each apartment was divided into 4 teeny tiny apartments. Some places didn’t even have doors.
At one point my friend William, a Columbian living in Toronto, and I wandered into one of these great old apartments, and went up an old marble staircase until someone asked what we were doing. William chatted them up (in Spanish) saying that we were looking for a friend and managed to get us invited in for tea. A family of four were living in about 400 sq feet, with furniture piled everywhere and a homemade loft bed above. Two to four apartments of people would share one toilet and sink. At one point there was only two large apartments per floor, but each apartment was divided into 4 teeny tiny apartments. Some places didn’t even have doors.
Oh, and I should mention that Cubans love their televisions! At night they leave their doors open and you can wander down the streets and observe Cuban zombies staring mindlessly at their tv’s. (well, I suppose a lot of North Americans do the same, we just don’t leave our doors wide open for all to see every evening )
And finally, since made it to the end of this blog entry I am rewarding you with a dorky "vacation photo" of me on my hotel balcony in Cuba on a very windy day. Pointing and laughing is ok since I can't hear you through your computer anyway ;P
