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 ...
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