Sadly we had to say goodbye to Otto, Mylena and Jolie this morning and headed to the airport. The scene that passed before our eyes upon our arrival eight days previous unraveled like a documentary film entitled “Arriving in Cuba today”. At each turn you caught a glimpse of a billboard with revolutionary slogans, automobiles that you hadn’t seen since your teens, and crowds people waiting for buses or provisions. The scene was the same upon our return to the airport but this time it was familiar and we were sad to leave this city and it’s people.
All the possible travel difficulties did not materialize with the exception of the perfectly understandable traffic rush hour from the airport back to our car.
All the possible travel difficulties did not materialize with the exception of the perfectly understandable traffic rush hour from the airport back to our car.
Natalie and Glen greeted us with open arms when we arrived at their Vintage Airstream paradise. Our home for the night was a rare 1955 airstream lovingly restored/refurbished by Glen. We bedded down in memory foam comfort beneath the pleasantly curving walls. Just as we had had some difficulty adjusting to the nighttime street noises in Havana if was momentarily difficult to adjust to the absence of the sounds of the Vedado at night.