Havana

19 December 2013: LA HABANA de CUBA

“Havana is Havana, the rest is grass,” probably said by a Habanero.

I prefer “If you don’t get out of Havana, you haven’t seen Cuba.”

Everyone is ready for Havana. We speed along the Autopista, a bumpy, wide, but straight highway from Che to Fidel. The highway was designed for landing airplanes in case of war. War was a real fear for Cubans: both because of the one-sided political rhetoric and because we Yanquis are only a few miles north. Our drive is comprised of cane fields, banana trees, a few ox carts, grazing cattle, and acres of fertile land vanishing under thorny marabou.  (more…)