Off Beat Comedy Movies

Cuba, Cuba

5 post comes from below. And that's final farewell.

The Museum of the Revolution: the pride of being an Argentine rebound.

S and gave me goosebumps. The Museum of the Revolution is almost a tribute to Che Guevara. Not all rooms talk about it, but they do seem to be the only ones.
The building is the former home of government and kept in the first floor of the original structure of the Batista era. The president's office, the hall of mirrors, the seat of ministers, etc. A luxury seldom seen. But the real journey is from top to bottom. Begins on the third floor with the colonial era. There are details of the English conquest, independence, until the Batista government. At that time, Cuba was the prostitute in the U.S., there are installed the more expensive casinos and brothels while people are dying of hunger and disease. (41,000 people were killed in 1958 for lack of food and medical care). Cuba was what is now Haiti, but worse.
Fidel Russ Castro was the son of one of the richest and most aristocratic families of the island, but overdevelopment of social conscience. He was exiled in Mexico when he met Che and then undertook the journey to the Revolution (that I tell them is a guided tour of the museum). Traveled 50 types in the Granma (a little yacht that is in another building, opposite the Museum) and landed in what is now the province of Cienfuegos. The first Santa Clara city was conquered by the people led by Ernesto Guevara de la Serna.
There is a flag with Che's life from his birth in Rosario, school pictures Dean Funes, and TVs in several rooms that go filming theirs. These are the ones that attract tourists.
I was surprised not to see references to his death or that of Camilo Cienfuegos (another of the heroes of the revolution who died in a plane crash). For every 10 entries (whether photographic or letters) of Che is one of Fidel. As Cubans say: "The father of the country is José Martí, the driver our Commander in Chief Fidel, but the national hero Che Guevara." The veneration felt by the people of Cuba for this man surpassed all my expectations. One of the things that did not and that's when I learned he was granted citizenship by birth, the highest honor you can give someone, and yet he thanked but the rejection by saying that "his nationality was Argentina."
After the tour of the Museum spent the annex building where the Granma and several of the military equipment used during the fight. Since they had no capital to buy items used ingenuity. Above all, the Che. I was amused to see a tractor turned into a military tank or put small boats fishing for landing.
An hour and a half later we left with undeserved pride being from Argentina. For us, Ernesto Guevara is a shirt or an arm tattoo of Maradona. For them, the ideal man.

And Cuba remains in the memory

P untualmente they picked the hotel to take us to the airport José Martí. I boarded the plane with the conviction that it would be the last time I would step Cuba. And I left the Cubans with a "soon" totally convinced it will.

Findings of a bourgeois proletariat in the realm of

O cho days in Cuba do not give me authority to opine about them, of course, much less living in places where never set foot in Cuba. But now I have a better idea (and fairer) about my views on a system defenestrated from my ignorance.
I still think the same, but with much more restraint.
Cuba 50 years living on their own resources. United States decided that the world could not trade with the island and the world listened.
In Cuba there is poverty, but it has to do with what we know it. What there is poverty. And poverty is brought to an enviable dignity. There is no malnutrition or illiteracy, or people living on the streets. 90% of Cubans over 25 professionals (including two and three degrees) because the state pays their studies. Of course, if the races last 5 years, they should conclude at the time, and then work on what they are designated to repay the expense caused. But this super population of skilled people is also a problem. There are more professional than space, so (as the state is distributing the charge), exercise his own those who obtained the highest averages of study. The rest are located in various areas.
routes in the streets and no commercial billboards, except Ron Havana Club, but is covered in murals with political advertisements with phrases such as "3 days of lock means all pencils, books and course books school.
A little story of what is for them the state. What is the state is the people. When we went to Havana to Varadero I was surprised to see people hitchhiking on the road: private cars in Cuba have yellow patent and those belonging to the state blue. When passing a patent blue and makes them sign some Cubans have an obligation to stop and take, because ARE THE PEOPLE cars. There are even police officers who control that is true. No matter who travel on it, it can be up to Raul Castro. The car stops and leads.
All taxis, coco taxis and buses for short and long distance are in the state. The government is the dealers and they give you the complete collection (they have fixed rates) and that are paid a salary.
Tipping is an institution there. One has to tip everyone, no matter how small the effort to do. Not imposed on them, but through the years tourists did almost law as a way to collaborate with the people. The salary they are paid in Cuban pesos but things sold in convertible pesos and is between 10 and 24 CUC (the highest, in the case of scientists). Of course, this reaches them only to eat, buy clothes should save months.
long time I stopped to talk to them on the street, in hotels, bars. All agreed on the same thing can not continue. Support the revolution but need modifications. They call for the unification of weight, a little opening to be left out. "Cubans are like the blind lady told me," we know everything but do not see anything. " And the phrase that I heard: "This was not what I wanted to Che." Perhaps the fact he died young, with the ideals intact, transformed him into a martyr. And Castro had no choice but to live in its shadow.
having not allowed to leave the island, the government (after going through terrible tamed) outputs granted up to two months, but for any country wishing to travel should apply for visa. Than those of Latin America, the world is denied. Anyway, they do not have to travel. Think that the passage to the nearest place out around 200 euros, and they win 14 average. All complaints are whispers for now, because they risk losing their jobs if anyone is listening, but I felt that when Fidel dies voices begin to be heard, and will not be long before they are shouting.
Raul Castro is president, but has almost no authority. His brother is still making the decisions.
Families have a maximum of two children (one just the majority) because they know they can not support more.
Cuba is a paradox, have the same medical research centers to the most advanced in the world (the medicine is free and all Cubans have access to it, whatever the treatment they need) but can not buy a computer, not only because not enough (700 CUC is the sale value), but because it is the state that authorizes and only allows certain citizens. I wanted to go to the home page but is blocked Hilda Molina. They can not read.
There are three television channels (the hotels have satellite, but transmit channels Russians, Chinese and Italian in its original language!), An exclusively political, other educational (I learned to fix the engine of a car) and third of entertainment. And although we still want to send them programs like My family is a drawing, or roller coaster!
I awaken a terrible admiration for what they accomplished, but very sad because they lack the most precious thing a human being: freedom. We can spend hours discussing whether to cover basic needs is better or worse than your right to choose (and I mean not only to vote), but I'm sure that's not what I want for my country. Yes we communicate their honesty, people skills, his joy, who could argue?, But the oppression they are subjected not justify the benefits they have. All extremes are bad, and Cuba is an extreme.
I sincerely hope they can live better, because if anyone deserves it is that people.
Cuba, to victory. Always.


And here ends the story of my trip, I hope you feel that came with me. With the crisis we are going (and what's next) for a fairly long time I doubt I can leave my country again. However I am an optimist, and for that reason I'm thinking .... Cancun 2010!.

See The Filmes On Line

Chapter 6, Chapter 5

comes from the 4 previous post.

H emingway was a great Kurdish


N or no bar in Havana that no award is Heminwgay step for him, but only two can attest to that. One is La Floridita.
find it by chance, as we walked the streets filled with houses and tenements, with cages of canaries hung on exterior walls. In one corner pink posters announced that it was one of the 7 most popular bars in the world (I have no idea what are the other 6) and she said Hemingway, "My daiquiri is from La Floridita." First place surprised me: not a simple still life, the decor was immaculate, the bar was preceded cedar and a very luxurious living room. The youth do not even asked who wanted to take, directly left two daiquiris on some coasters (I gave one I brought from memory) to advertise the plantains and a tray. It was six o'clock in the afternoon and I was on an empty stomach (no lunch at Varadero wanted because I was choking breakfast), and should be that I took it too fast, but when I take pictures I could not get up. Far lejísimo the best daiquiri I took in my life. The one with as much rum as well. And the most expensive, but that's anecdotal.
A writer's life-size figure in bronze, leaning against the bar and photos of Ernest with Fidel. I the feeling of being in another time, perhaps because the lights dim, or because the musicians played old songs (in Cuba there are musicians everywhere, even in the street), but would not move (besides not being able, of course). I was so comfortable that I wished to go, but we had to swim back to the hotel. Two hours later we were waiting for dinner at La Bodeguita del Medio.


Bronson Pierce Dining


S abíamos where the cross was because during our walk. Stoned 207, just around the cathedral. We had reservations for 9 pm and the taxi left us two blocks away because that area is closed to vehicles after dark. One thing is to walk by day, but Havana is in the dark labyrinth. We asked a policeman, who not only informed us, he took the trouble to join us to not get lost. (Not for safety, no crime in Cuba.)
We found in a small room with 6 wooden tables and hard chairs. My husband Guillermo Francella alongside Pierce Brosnan and me. Almost kiss the waiter for the courtesy. No, not that they were in person. La Bodeguita is lined with photos of celebrities who ate there (or as Hemingway took a mojito while writing The Old Man and the Sea) and the walls signed by all the people who passed by. The menu is fixed, but it was the best I ate in Cuba. Baked pork leg, fries, salad, rice with black cover, some donuts do not know how they are called, olives and a lot of "chopped". I searched few Argentines were framed and found (besides Francella) to Susu Pecoraro, Miguel Bonasso, Fito Paez and Cecilia Roth Maradona. The rest of the world, from Rita Hayworth to Sean Penn, and hundreds more. All the site holding the poster. Behind us was a English couple, and the lady spent the night Emilio challenging the husband. That alone was hilarious. After the "shortie" (espresso so strong that it seems oil), we were listening to the musicians for a while, and went for a walk at night from Havana. We sneaked into a private party at the Cathedral Square, we walk along the waterfront to see the full moon reflected in the sea, and (look that poetic) with a heart full of beauty, we went to sleep.

When I go on bus nose

D test fter about two hundred different things for breakfast, we decided to go the 3 Torres del Morro.
El Morro is a fortification built by the English in 1500, guarding the entrance to the bay. It is exactly a stone castle as it surely will be in Europe, with a deep well, a drawbridge (which are just strings) and a lighthouse on top, all surrounded by an impressive breakwater. From there you can see the city of Havana.
strolled a while and decided to go (there was not much more), but we have a problem: how can?. The most logical: Taxi ... that did not happen. Asked the lady at the entrance and we suggested a bus (line group). The ticket costs 0.50 pesos (which is not the same as CUC) ... not had. Right then drew from his pocket and gave us a coin without accepting in return the CUC that we offered. "You are tourists, but above all Argentines," he said. And a few minutes after we got in a bus between people, motorcycles and bicycles!. When we saw a building known, we decided to get off. We were opposite the Museum of the Revolution, and there we were.

continues and ends tomorrow.

Cover Letters For Physical Therapy

Cuba, Chapter 4

post comes from below, from lower down and more below.

Hotel Nacional de Cuba and it's not for me

L original options as a package including two days in Cuba Havana at the Hotel Tryp Habana Libre, but as I finished putting together my taste, I changed one day and in another hotel. It could be the Meliá Cohiba, Sevilla or Nacional de Cuba. At first I dismissed because it was very similar to Varadero, and between Sevilla and the National, I liked the most historic.
The Hotel Nacional de Cuba is considered historical monument, there are hosted presidents and celebrities in the world who visit the country, and is more aristocratic than I've ever seen. It has a luxurious but conservative end, the furniture is hand-carved ebony, shiny leather chairs and all the marble floors. From the entrance gate to gate is 50 meters. When we got out of the van asked me what I was doing there.
is one of those places where you can not be in sneakers, jeans or faded like mine. The ladies ride with Tiffany jewelry and chihuahua puppies with bright collars. I arrived in shorts and cotton shirt.
Construction is 1930, has stunning gardens where you can see the bay, and a gallery of towering columns that surround the building.
is the only place in all that I saw in Cuba where Cubans do not seem to Cubans. From the concierge to the bartender are inattentive and not cool (I thought it was just me, but I looked after in Internet references, and most felt the same). When we went up the bags we gave 1 CUC tip the trunk and almost got kicked. 1 CUC for them it's like here to give us $ 100 (acalaro, to see that I was not stingy). Then we sent the master of security to enable the box (to be paid separately), because the only advice they gave us before going and during our stay was that we could not care to leave anything other than passports and airline tickets. He taught us to put the key and left without saying goodbye.
I was too happy to get angry about such things, so I fired a fangulo going and we went sightseeing.

The Revolution Square

H ay certain things you can not stop doing if you visit Havana, coco taxi ride, past the Plaza of the Revolution, have a daiquiri at La Floridita, a mojito in La Bodeguita del Medio and see the museum.
We did not have much time, the idea was to do too much at once, and so we went walking to find a coconut that leads to the square. These are not mere means of transport. The coco taxi will make a tour of the city and used exclusively tourists. We ended up fixing in 15 CUC and the driver (a young boy the age of my son) was telling us the history of the places we passed. He tore through the most conchetísima, some houses that would be the envy of those who live in Barrio Parque. There is medical school in the midst of a vast land, and continue down a long avenue and well maintained up to the Revolution Square, where the monument to Che, Jose Marti and the entrance to the institutions of government. I do not know what idea I have, but it was not what I expected. Let's see, the place is beautiful, but I imagined a place with plants, flowers, stairs. It is a bare cement giant site that gives the Ministry of Interior, whose walls is the image of Ernesto Guevara outlined in iron. This is where politicians do all acts and meets people where there are demonstrations. I looked from one side, otherwise, I took several photos and it was enough. We climbed again Coconut and went to another grand avenue in the "new area" of Havana, with buildings more than 50 years, built by the Americans in the fashion of that time, half psychedelic and quite ugly, poor, to end at the Plaza Central and that yes, begin the tour of the beautiful Old Havana.

La Feria, the Morro and please stop spending money!

F ent to the Central Plaza is the Capitol, which is very like the United States and also to us, and at the next corner Theater Alicia Alonso, who seems built by Gaudí. Has the style that reminded me of La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona but not as church and other more theater. Here we present the Ballet of Cuba almost every night, and is very inexpensive for the Cubans but inaccessible to foreigners. We continue our journey to the craft fair. We left our loving guide (who insisted on us more time because you were paying a full tour and he had failed) to walk through the stands. The fair is equal to the entire world, but I was fascinated by Cuban painters. The paintings on display for sale are wonderful. The rest is local crafts, and to the despair of my husband, I chose: "This led him to Julia, that Gonzalo, that Diana, this Mary ...". The cries reminded me that 1 CUC = 1 euro and I had spent 189. It is a cortamambo that type.
front of the fair is the nose, which are a lot of hills with different names. On the tip is the one with the lighthouse, where Halle Berry is pulled in one of James Bond, and the side is a kind of strength (like a castle) all this built by the English back in 1500. The latter is where Che settled with his group of people when they took the city of Havana. In fact, we met the next morning inside because to get there, go through a tunnel, the only way, so continue on these streets like San Telmo, but much more picturesque, to appear in La Floridita to take a daiquiri with Hemingway.

continues tomorrow. On Friday it was ending, I swear.

Does Anyone Work At Macy's

Cuba. Cuba

post comes from below and from below.

Finding Nemo

Among the things included in the hotel, had to sail boating. Of course, we climbed to one (of those seen in the video) and games which Columbus to discover new worlds. The ride comes to a small cay (Cayo Piedras), skirting the tip of the peninsula and back. In the same boat by prior arrangement with the captain, went a day following diving. One can choose from two options: rent the entire team and go on a yacht marina, or be poor like us and do snorkeling. About three kmts. the coast there are coral pools of between 5 and 7 meters used for these practices. We provide SCUBA, snorkel and life jackets. When we arrived, the instructor advised us to use the vest, at least to recognize the zone and then yes, dive with all pleasure. Just a hollow reed he will say such a thing! Yo, I did 15 laps in the pool of the club of my people. Ja!, I took off the vest before getting even, and I pulled my head to see the beautiful sea. 30 seconds later I was screaming for help. Shock discovered that the water pressure is usually hopeless at sea and above all, I have the lungs too full of nicotine and sink easily.
Once confident with my vest, I mixed with bugs of all colors, sponges, rare flowers and plants "fish lizards" that when they came to my side, began to shake hands with force to driven away.
the way back, gave me a fishing pole and told me "to see who catches the lady." I caught one stone. I threw and caught the hook in the background. The Cuban is still cursing me.

Miscellaneous

L a room was perfect except for two things: you left the toilet Monona little boxes with liquid soap, bar soap, body lotion, toothpaste and shampoo. Cream rinse or speak. That you had to buy it in sachets to 8 CUC (8 euros) in the hotel shoppincito. Obviously, I did not use cream rinse in 7 days.
The bathroom had toilet and bidet. Bidet English. Let's see if I understand: the one with the beak up and comes with instructions. I tried all possible ways: front, profile, face down, face up, and I could not hit the jet to the proper place. Neither used the bidet in 7 days.

Prostitution is very common in hotels in this category. Clarified in a comment that Cuba is prohibited female prostitution, ie, the Cubans can not enter with foreigners, therefore, foreigners are brought from the Dominican Republic or Puerto Rico or there. 50 euros for them is what they would earn in 6 months working in your country. That will pay for "accompaniment" of a week. And eat every day. The soul still hurts to see a girl (not above 16 years) by an Italian courtesan disgusting, almost identical to Franco Macri but decrepit, with a belly that looked like 9 months pregnant.

In Cuba no one knows who is Hilda Molina. With the big mouth I have, I stood at every Cuban I saw and asked their views about the case. Since they had no idea what I was talking, I had a text message across with Sonia to ask the blog address. Nor have the Internet, except in hotels. A computer costs 700 CUC and broadband service 60. The state is the provides only the scientists, the rest of the people have no access to such modernity, they earn 14 CUC per month. However, I was very interested and asked me to get the address of the house (where do I go to get such a thing?) Because there they all use the regular mail. Despite the fear they have to Fidel, were immediately on his side. Thankfully, this "revolution" of recent days I set up, or you would have me to rescue from prison in Sierra Maestra.

Lydia is a woman who has a cushy positions craft on the road to the beach. Every day I was talking a time with her, telling her things about Argentina. His dream was to see snow and the house "the birthplace of our beloved Che." She is 60 years old and I talked about his memories of the revolution. She was active in the Communist Party teaches and speaks 4 languages \u200b\u200bto perfection, although she says that "Russia does a little bit." The day we came back I went to say goodbye and gave me a big hug and a black doll dressed in clothes of their homeland.

Another attraction of the place is swimming with dolphins. The dolphin was stuck to the hotel, we could get two bikes or walking. One morning I woke early and decided to go eat breakfast. Good thing I asked the price before. 99 CUC (99 euros) per person. The dolphins were deprived of the pleasure to meet.

And Varadero is being on the road

N ormally, after a week I start to miss my home. This is the first time in life I do not want to return. It took me say "goodbye" to Aimee, Rony, Rita, Sergio, Ulysses, and all those 7 days we attended far beyond the price we pay, just because we were Argentines. The beaches are incredible, the sea looks painted, the hotel was a beauty, but the warmth of the people does not compare to anything.
Now we would meet Cuba. At one in the evening departure for Havana.

continues tomorrow ....

Best Things To Put On A Fresh Tattoo

Chapter 3, Chapter 2

post comes from below. (You can watch the video again, with the work I did!)

H abíamos been when I got into the water and I froze. Let's see them explain ...

Normally Caribbean sea temperature is between 25 and 30 degrees, except between early November and early February, it flows north bring cold water (and that makes that are in winter). "Because of the Yankees" the Cubans say, the ecosystem is changing so that now the winters last about two months. Tourism would be the least, the worst is that marine life is suffering. Anyway, and Argentines are accustomed as the icy water of our sea, it was not an impediment, and spent hours tucked up to his neck, watching my feet in disbelief (which mine feet are horrible and I know, I do not could not believe it was the transparency of water and emerald green color.)

Motorcycle Diaries

thought not leave Varadero without knowing the people, which is about 10 kilometers from the hotel. One can take a coco taxi (charge a fortune), a tour bus (two floors, with the back homeless) or rent a scooter. My husband has a highly developed fantasy, dreaming of emulating Che, so we got to a Scutt, we got the red casquito and head to travel the world. Bah, a few kilometers of the world.

mismanage If Argentines, you can not imagine what they are Cubans. If you do not die hit by a Fiat 125 model 58 is because it was unglamorous. Along the way, and the stupidity that characterizes me, I saw people asking me sign, and I think that would greet me, I answered the same way. Then I found out I wanted to tell that we had misplaced foot lot. Just arrived safe and sound.

I must be honest, the town is quaint but half feito. Spotless and neat, but very poor and small. There is a craft fair, a shopping center, bank and many schools. Of course, public beaches is incredible. At the entrance a sign announcing: "Do not enter with loving animals" (I guess related to pets.) The easy joke my husband was, you can enter because you're not loving.

Babel

Of course, no Cuban hotels, except those who serve, and most of the tourists were elderly. Argentinos few, us and two young couples, most were Italians. I apologize and I hope nobody is offended, but what are the Italian scourge! (Sonia, from love). The hate, hate. Seem to come together and Burrowing parrots. They are dirty, nasty, nasty, derogatory, thieves. They were so disrespectful to the Cubans that I was coming to an end at four to blows defend a waitress. They tried to break the rules because "they paid for the address of the third world, whenever and wherever they want." In the part of "Restaurants" I tell the story. If you ask a Cuban who sees the worst foreigner visiting their country, they tell you without doubt the Italians! . Maybe I'm making the same mistake that I always complain: to judge a country of 200 types. But the 200 who were in Cuba left Italy for the Wednesday, believe me.

In order of quantity, were Canadians (very accurate and serious) and the Germans were beginning to take beer for breakfast and 4 pm sang in their language and fell into the pool of pure drunk. I turned simpatiquísimos.

One afternoon I stopped by one of the bars where musicians were singing "Hasta Siempre" (I heard about 398 times there) and I was listening. When they finished, one of them looked at me and asked if I wanted them to play something special. I asked for the song to Chile by Pablo Milanes, and said: "For a Chilean friend who lives in Germany and misses his homeland." As Cubans speak 4 languages, translated what I said and started singing. The Germans came over me speaking in German! And I answered in perfect Castilian!. I have no idea we were like, but we laughed a lot and ended up on the hugs.

The rest were French, Mexican, some English and no English. Two days after some Argentines came, but nothing to move the ammeter in the statistics of quantity.

Gardel's suicide

For Cubans, Argentina is not only synonymous with the Che, but Gardel (sorry Uruguay) and the tango. Every night the hotel offers different shows ranging from dances, magic, singing, parties to a gala tribute to different countries. What would they do to ours? Dancing a tango, of course!. When he announced expected to see the famous ballroom Yankees showing films and not at all like ours, but I was surprised when it appeared the dancer with an impeccable black dress, cut on the side, and heels. He made very few steps well learned and a few seconds later he entered the dancer. Tummy still hurts from laughing so much. Gardel had been suicide before he died in the accident, the outlaws of Boedo be dedicated to DIY and Tango dancers Lord be thrown into the creek. The boy arrived with a beautiful enterito ajustaaaaaaaado lycra, pink chest filled with silver sequins shining more than the stars. I can not tell if he danced well because at that point was lying under a table, convulsing with laughter.

eat or eat, that is the question

The problem with these hotels is that you eat as a chicken hatchery. Starting with breakfast, to be tested until the sausages (German breakfast with sausage, my god!) Until the pancakes, juice, fruit .... And when it ends, it is almost time for lunch.

The hotel where we stopped was 3 restaurants with a la carte (there were 2 more self service), for dinner, by reservation that was made in the morning, where you chose the time and who wanted to eat. Obviously we test. First we passed the "Romance", with light from candles, a giant black (with whom I met one afternoon and told me the story of his life, as always, I talk to stones) who played the saxophone. What dinner? Of course lobster and champagne. The worst thing is that I do not like any of those things, but they are expensive and they were free ...

Then there is the Pepermonte, an Italian restaurant where all unless I eat pasta I ordered baked meat. Here are 3 and musicians play Cuban issues. When I shook hands and found it to Argentina, I spent an issue of Mice Parade!.

Finally there is the Conuco, fish and seafood. Hence the problem occurred with the Italians. When one enters, carrying a card with your reservation, you receive a very nice gentleman, looking for the assigned table and you came to it. Was eating up the cod in the video, when they entered 2 pairs of italics. Without speaking to the doorman, went and sat down. Supervisor (captain they call them) approached them and asked them to come to the door and do the right thing: give the reservation, etc. It goes without saying that they had, but the screams began to ask for the manager of the hotel!. She kindly answered them (in Italian, I told the Cubans speak many languages) that there were no exceptions, so this mob up, threw dishes and glasses and began to insult to Cuba and throughout Latin America to the cry of "Third World". In the end they were (after about 10 minutes) kicking around. The only thing left in evidence was precisely the difference in education between them. Later, the waiter told us it was very common to do these things because they complain about poor service and ask in return one week's free accommodation. Rats, by God (again, from love, Sonia).

continues tomorrow ...

Yorkshire Tea Made In

Kodoku na (solo)







These images belong to the short I've been developing for the subject of digitial image. It is a mixture of 3D and traditional animation.

so long I feel this lack. This last year of college is still gray and very absorbent. I can, try to pick up the pace and catch up. Greetings to all and thanks for stopping despite this long without updating.

Full Size Horse Drawn Sleigh

And how do I tell this without blog?

I know I said "is finished I will not be happy" and not quite lying, but you do not travels to Cuba every day, and to whom is going to tell her story if not friends?.
could write it in an e-mail group, but it sure left some out, so I thought: what is the easiest way to read it all?. The blog, of course. I will be telling
per chapter per day (or I will hate) details trip. Videito I put at the end of this post (takes about 7 minutes, I see it flower completito cost me work to do, thanks for the patience Oz) includes the 8 days we were, so things will advance the story. Can look at it several times if they want ....
Now: here begins the story

CUBA - MARCH 2009

Storm of the Century (believe it or burst)

E l Tuesday, March 3 all TV channels announced alert Weather for the night. Interrupted until the transmission of "Pelit" by Back to ask the locals not to leave their homes, as it had been what they called "the storm of the century." Exactly at the same time that we had to board a plane bound for Panama.
At 10 pm I phoned all the numbers in the directory scheduled to ask their owners to open scissors, make crosses of salt, pray to the saints known, etc. so we could:
a) Arrive at Ezeiza (Buenos Aires if it floods, the only means of transport is by boat)
b) suspend the flight
c) Saliera on time (we had 1 hour to blend with the next to the Habana).
Both asked that the storm of the century was only a light rain.

Panama, Ruben Blades and where are the smiles?


H ay Copa advertising (which would use us) with Ruben Blades, saying: "Come to Panama, here the smiles are free." That must be why (they are free) that so stingy. Tocumen Airport is a place of transit flights arriving lots of combinations to all destinations worldwide, and also is a free port, free shop is a giant electronics market. Despite the antipathy of the Panamanians, the 10 minutes of arrival he had spent half the money he had for the entire trip in a professional Lumix digital camera. My husband still is insulting me, but my machine is fabulous ...
Luckily I had no time to keep looking ....

Cuba, the most beautiful

A one in the afternoon, when Cuba, had arrived at Jose Marti Airport in Havana where we expected an ultramodern combi to take us to Varadero. Along the way, the guide (a Polish who do not understand a knob), we were telling the story of all the places we passed. Circles the city of Havana surrounding the sea and to my surprise, with wonderful beaches buildings were crumbling, like the tenements we have here. I kept thinking about the anger that would give Macri unable to expropriate to build a new Puerto Madero ... We
the Havana Club rum factory, the plant that provides electricity throughout the province of Havana, built by the Russians with obsolete equipment, and still works, we crossed a bridge 300 meters above a valley of palms and made amazing a stop at a little bar in the middle of nowhere where they say, make the best pina colada in the country. I have no idea if it's true, but I took very happy ... We drove a bit
Matanzas, capital of the province where Varadero, and 10 minutes after we entered the peninsula. Varadero is located on a peninsula angostita (300 m) and long (24 km) where all the luxury hotels of the country. The Cubans say that Varadero is Cuba, and they are right.
we were leaving one after the other passengers to get to our destination: the Hotel Melia Las Antillas, and that yes, I fell on my ass sovereign.

If there is paradise, please be as Varadero

T uve opportunity in my life to be in beautiful hotels, but something like this, I think ever. Gigante, comfortable, 360 suites, an artificial lake, a giant swimming pool, 5 restaurants, 4 bars, jacuzzi, sauna, nightly entertainment, disco, entertainment, sailing boats, kayak, beach services and everything, everything, everything you want to eat and drink when you can think of. By 7 days, except for breakfast, nothing took less than 20% alcohol. At this point in my blood there is more alcohol than red blood cells. And by the way, remember suit over 4 kilos ...

Alfonsina y el mar

P or course, finished registering, throw the bag (almost pay overweight Ezeiza) and went running to the sea. The hotel is on the beach, and to get it passed by a few bridges wood ending in a bar in the middle of the arena.
the Caribbean was there, waiting. I walked slowly with his eyes closed to get me slowly in water and then if I had the absolute conviction that he was at sea from Alaska!
....

(continues tomorrow)

who prefer to see the big video, you can go here: Http://picasaweb.google.com/ ginger.melusina / Cuba2009Recargado # 5313514720053224338