There were a few things that I wanted to write more about but didn't want to take up space in my earlier entries. So I figured I'd write them here for those who want to read them.
Money: CUCs vs. CUPs
Cuba is the only country I know of, although there may be others, that has two official currencies. Historically, Cuba only had the Cuban Peso (CUP). However, during the "special period" of the 1990s they began to accept dollars as well, mainly in the tourist sector. Later a new currency for tourism was created, the Cuban Convertible Peso or CUC (pronounced kook), and dollars were eventually not accepted. The CUC is pegged to the dollar and is worth 25 CUPs. When you travel to Cuba you can only exchange money for CUCs and they are accepted everywhere. If you exchange dollars, they charge a 15% fee but if you exchange Euros or Pounds, there is no extra charge. So I took Euros with me that I got at my bank before leaving. Even though the CUP is still the national money of Cuba, it appeared that CUCs were accepted everywhere and that everyone would rather have CUCs that CUPs because the latter is virtually worthless. All the restaurants and shops that we went to only had prices in CUCs with the exception of the FAC which had them posted in both CUCs and CUPs. Because of this dual currency, Cuba basically has two economies existing simultaneously: the official one in which professionals work for the government and earn about $50 / month in CUPs and tourism (drivers, tour guides, waiters, restaurant owners, etc.) where earnings are in CUCs and unlimited. I don't see how this is sustainable, especially when needed professionals like doctors would rather be tour guides. I have read that the government is considering merging the two currencies or abandoning one for the other. It will be interesting to watch what happens in the next few years. You can read more about Cuban money here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuban_convertible_peso
El Paquete
As I mentioned in an earlier entry, the internet in Cuba is not very reliable. Apparently, it is strictly provided through satellite and frequently kicks one off after a short period of time. However, the Cubans have come with an ingenious way to get information from the internet, as well as the outside world. Two Cubans who are supposedly unknown started a scheme called the Paquete or Package to bring Cubans media from the outside world. No one is exactly sure how they do it, but either from their own internet connections or from contacts in Miami, they are able to regularly download a terabyte of content that can be distributed across the island through a network of distributors. Cubans who sign up for the Paquete are provided with a Terabyte external hard drive about once a week that is full of music, TV shows, news programs, website contents, movies, etc, subtitled in Spanish. The content is all organized and labeled and each customer is given an hour or two to download what they want. Prices range from 1 to 5 CUCs depending on how much is downloaded. Apparently, the government turns a blind eye or is getting paid off, no one is exactly sure. One of our guides said she had downloaded some episodes of Dora for her daughter and then two days later those same episodes were on Cuban state television, so many believe they are in on it. Another guide said she worked during college writing subtitles in the middle of the night for the Paquete. I think this is a good example at just how creative and adaptive Cuban people are. The following article explains further how the Paquete works and how it has become a way for Cuban artists to publicize their work: https://www.billboard.com/articles/columns/latin/8455249/cuba-el-paquete-file-exchange
The Blockade
In Cuba the US embargo is known as the Blockade. Near the airport I saw a large sign that read "Blockade! The longest genocide in human history." Although, I think that's a bit of an exaggeration, the US embargo has certainly done a great deal of harm, and in my opinion, it has only hurt the Cuban people and been a powerful propaganda tool for the Communist Party. According to several people I met, whenever things aren't going well for the government, they blame it on the embargo and unite the population by getting everyone angry about it. The cost of the embargo is clearly visible: Everywhere we went, except for Old Havana, most buildings needed a lot of renovation or at least a paint job. We learned on the farm that because of the embargo it is nearly impossible to get machinery and supplies for farming. Much of their work, such as harvesting black beans, is done by hand. I honestly think ending the blockade would probably bring about the reforms that most Cubans seem to want rather than sticking with what we have doing for 60 years. That is my opinion and I know reasonable people may disagree.
Soft Capitalism
I mentioned earlier that almost all Cubans have some scheme going on to make more money. The average Cuban makes the equivalent of $50 / month but needs several hundred to survive. Even though every Cuban is guaranteed a minimal level of food every month through a rationing system, it is not enough, despite being virtually free. Our guide Julie told me that the chicken ration for her parents and her was about one thigh and one leg each month, for all three of them! And fish is no longer guaranteed. Despite being an island surrounded by fish, I suspect that it is being earmarked for tourists. Cubans have to buy food at private markets to make up for what the government doesn't provide. To make up for these shortages and to earn extra money, everyone is doing something on the side. That might be driving a taxi or working for the Paquete or working part time in tourism or working in tourism and sending money back to your parents, as Julie does,etc. Julie also said that there is a lot of corruption because everyone is desperate. So you have this officially Communist country that is dependent not only on tourism but also a soft capitalist economy, and even some corruption, to survive. And the government knows all about it. I'm not sure how long that can be sustained either.
Well that's all I have to say. I had a wonderful trip and I hope I get to back some day. I would love to see more of the island and meet more Cuban people and experience more of their rich culture.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Here are some photos of my trip to Havana, Cuba. You don't have to be a member of Facebook to see them.
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Saturday, November 17, 2018
Havana, Cuba: Last two days
Back in the states and trying to finish up my blog posts. I'm at Starbucks, but the coffee doesn't taste quite the same since I had Cuban coffee every day. I miss that. Anyway, I'd like to tell you about my last two days in Havana. Tuesday, Nov. 13. We started the day at Callejon de Hamel (Hamel Alley), an alley near old Havana that has been turned into a large display for the artist known as Salvador (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvador_Gonz%C3%A1les_Escalona). Every building and wall, etc. on the street is covered in his art and poetry. All kinds of ordinary objects, like bath tubs have been used to display his colorful drawings and poems. There was a large tribute to Cuban national hero Jose Marti which featured a bathtub on top of a tall column and filled with grass (my cover photo on Facebook is of the Marti tribute). In addition to the alley, many of the houses along it have been painted inside by him and you can just walk inside and see more. Before walking down the alley, we learned about the Santaria religion which influenced Salvador. I had heard of Santaria growing up in Florida but did not know much about it. It is a cross between Catholicism and native African religions. Practitioners dress all in white and can be seen all over Havana.
After exploring the alley, we headed to the Ballet Folklorico of Havana. The dancers and musicians put on a performance just for us in their rehearsal space and included numbers inspired by both African and Spanish traditions. One of their dances involved the men holding Machetes and dancing around with them; fortunately, none of them came loose. At the end of their performance, they pulled us all up on stage to dance with them. It was like being at the club the night before all over again except that this dance had a distinct beginning and end. We all agreed that their performance was one of the highlights of the trip, given the intimate nature of the space. After we put our shoes back on (had to take them off to protect the floor), we headed to lunch at a Paladar in old Havana where I had Paella de Pollo y Lechon (Chick and Pork with yellow rice); it was delicious but took a long time for them to prepare.
After lunch, we headed to a Salsa class at another dance studio. We had an hour with an instructor who yelled at one of the people in our group for talking while he was teaching; it was hilarious and we laughed about it for the rest of the trip. Anyway, I've never danced Salsa before, and it was a little tricky. It is based on an eight beat count with the fourth and eighth count being pauses. So it's really: 1, 2, 3, pause, 5, 6, 7, pause, etc. Once I got the foot work down, they introduced shoulder moves which completely threw me off. Still, it was a fun way to spend the afternoon and meet more Cubans and admire their creativity and culture.
Prior to dinner, Joe had a surprise for us. He had arranged for us to ride in old 1950s convertibles (they are everywhere in Havana) to the National Hotel where we all had our pictures taken by a professional photographer. As we drove down the Malecon, Havana's waterfront boulevard, Joe had the photographer in one of our vans driving along side us taking pictures. At one point, we were blocking in a driver who got very upset and kept honking. Otherwise, it was a delightful experience and I will post those pictures as well when I receive them. Dinner was a two stop affair with us first having drinks and appetizers at the apartment of a local art collector. He was not home but his sister showed us around his apartment and his collection. This was one of the nicest apartments I've seen in what was otherwise a bland looking building and was the owner was obviously very wealthy even by America standards. The furniture was mid-century modern and the art included some artists we had seen earlier in the week. The collector was a doctor who had spent time working in Panama and making more money than he could ever have made in Cuba. He not only collects art but promotes local artists. Still, his wealth I found suspicious in a country with so much poverty. I couldn't help but think he had some connections with the Communist Party. Our guide wouldn't say but kind of rolled her eyes when I asked. Although the apartment was lovely, the AC was not on and it was very hot and humid. Probably the most uncomfortable I had been in Cuba so far due to the heat and humidity.
After that, we drove out to the house of the collector's sister in the Diez de Octubre neighborhood. The house was also sort of plain looking on the outside and on an ordinary street with run down buildings, but it was grand inside. Instead of mid-century modern, it was decorated in a more classic style, also with a lot of art. Our guide explained that most people with money don't invite people into their homes because they don't want to attract attention. This was where we ate dinner. The house was not air conditioned and although it was cool while we ate, when we moved out to the patio for rum and cigars, it was even more hot and humid than it had been at the airport. Yes, we had cigars and rum. A cigar and rum sommelier joined us and recommended cigar and rum pairings. As she also smoked cigars I couldn't help but think of the opera Carmen where the lead Diva smokes cigars and entices away Don Juan. Anyway, I did not have a cigar but took a few puffs off of someone else's. I did not see what the big deal was. But the rum was good and I enjoyed sipping it while a local musician and his band played for us. At the end of the band's performance, we discovered the singer was the husband of one of our guides. Other than the heat, it was a lovely relaxing evening and a great way to end our time in Cuba (although my experience wasn't quite finished).
On Wednesday, Nov. 14, my flight wasn't until 2:30pm so I knew ahead of time that I would have some free time in the morning. After seeing the Hemingway house on Monday, I asked Joe if he could arrange for me to visit the fishing village of Cojimar on Wednesday morning before I left. Cojimar was the village that inspired Hemingway to write the Old Man and the Sea and he dedicated his Nobel Prize to the fishermen of that village. I enjoyed the Hemingway house so much that I just had to see the fishing village. So Joe arranged it for me with Julie who had been our guide at the Hemingway house. She and a taxi driver picked me up at 8am and we headed east to the village. On the way there we passed several large sports stadium where the Pan American games had been held; they were decorated with more propaganda about the importance of sports to the revolution, etc. Anyway, Cojimar is still in the city of Havana but feels remote. Like other places we had been, most buildings could use some renovation, although I did see one nice house across the street from the ruins of another. We stopped in the Terraza de Cojimar, a restaurant / bar where Hemingway liked to hang out. We had to bribe someone to let us in since they were not open yet. But we saw the table where he liked to sit (they have it roped off) and admired all their pictures of Hemingway in the large dining room over looking the small bay. We then walked down the water front street to the site of a small Spanish fort and the adjacent monument to Hemingway. At a small park on the waterfront a lot of young people would gathered because it was a WiFi hotspot.
We weren't in Cojimar too long so on the way back Julie said we could stop at the Christ of Havana statue which overlooks Havana Harbor and old Havana. The statue predates the revolution by a few years and is similar to ones in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and Lisbon, Portugal but without his arms spread out. Instead his left hand is near his waste and his right hand has two fingers held in the sign of a blessing. However, it is a local joke that from a distance it looks like he is holding a glass of rum in one hand and a cigar in the other. Julie said some people also call him the sexy Jesus because he is so attractive and has full lips. We took several pictures and then because we still had time, headed to Revolution Square where Julie took my picture in front of the giant Che Guevara mural on the Ministry of the Interior building. On the opposite side of the square is the Jose Marti memorial. The square has been the site of numerous political rallies and speeches by Fidel Castro. During this part of the trip Julie and I talked a lot about the current situation in Cuba. I asked her if people believed all the propaganda we saw. She said most Cubans were apathetic and ignored it and besides, Cubans are now exposed to outside ideas and news because of the internet. I'll talk more about that in another entry. Cubans have come up with an ingenious way to see internet content from all over the world despite the spotty internet access in the country.
Before leaving for the airport, I bought two bottles of expensive rum at the hotel. At the Delta check in, nobody said anything about it. At passport control, where they stamped my passport "Exit" and took my Visa, nobody said anything. Then at security, the guard told me in Spanish that I could not take them on the plane (liquids, darn it! I should have known better). She said they could only be in checked bags. I asked if could go back out and check them in and she said no, because I'd already had my passport stamped. "So what do we do now?" I asked. "I'm going to take it" she replied. So without intending to, I treated the airport staff and security to an expensive cocktail hour. Five minutes later I bought some cheaper rum at the Duty Free shop.
Well that's it. I had a wonderful time and the whole experience felt more like a cultural immersion than a sightseeing trip. I hope I get to back sometime soon. I'd like to see more of the island. I'm going to post one more post to talk about some of my observations and to post some pictures. Thank you for reading my blog. And thank you to Joe Sandillo and Almaz Journeys for the fantastic trip.
After exploring the alley, we headed to the Ballet Folklorico of Havana. The dancers and musicians put on a performance just for us in their rehearsal space and included numbers inspired by both African and Spanish traditions. One of their dances involved the men holding Machetes and dancing around with them; fortunately, none of them came loose. At the end of their performance, they pulled us all up on stage to dance with them. It was like being at the club the night before all over again except that this dance had a distinct beginning and end. We all agreed that their performance was one of the highlights of the trip, given the intimate nature of the space. After we put our shoes back on (had to take them off to protect the floor), we headed to lunch at a Paladar in old Havana where I had Paella de Pollo y Lechon (Chick and Pork with yellow rice); it was delicious but took a long time for them to prepare.
After lunch, we headed to a Salsa class at another dance studio. We had an hour with an instructor who yelled at one of the people in our group for talking while he was teaching; it was hilarious and we laughed about it for the rest of the trip. Anyway, I've never danced Salsa before, and it was a little tricky. It is based on an eight beat count with the fourth and eighth count being pauses. So it's really: 1, 2, 3, pause, 5, 6, 7, pause, etc. Once I got the foot work down, they introduced shoulder moves which completely threw me off. Still, it was a fun way to spend the afternoon and meet more Cubans and admire their creativity and culture.
Prior to dinner, Joe had a surprise for us. He had arranged for us to ride in old 1950s convertibles (they are everywhere in Havana) to the National Hotel where we all had our pictures taken by a professional photographer. As we drove down the Malecon, Havana's waterfront boulevard, Joe had the photographer in one of our vans driving along side us taking pictures. At one point, we were blocking in a driver who got very upset and kept honking. Otherwise, it was a delightful experience and I will post those pictures as well when I receive them. Dinner was a two stop affair with us first having drinks and appetizers at the apartment of a local art collector. He was not home but his sister showed us around his apartment and his collection. This was one of the nicest apartments I've seen in what was otherwise a bland looking building and was the owner was obviously very wealthy even by America standards. The furniture was mid-century modern and the art included some artists we had seen earlier in the week. The collector was a doctor who had spent time working in Panama and making more money than he could ever have made in Cuba. He not only collects art but promotes local artists. Still, his wealth I found suspicious in a country with so much poverty. I couldn't help but think he had some connections with the Communist Party. Our guide wouldn't say but kind of rolled her eyes when I asked. Although the apartment was lovely, the AC was not on and it was very hot and humid. Probably the most uncomfortable I had been in Cuba so far due to the heat and humidity.
After that, we drove out to the house of the collector's sister in the Diez de Octubre neighborhood. The house was also sort of plain looking on the outside and on an ordinary street with run down buildings, but it was grand inside. Instead of mid-century modern, it was decorated in a more classic style, also with a lot of art. Our guide explained that most people with money don't invite people into their homes because they don't want to attract attention. This was where we ate dinner. The house was not air conditioned and although it was cool while we ate, when we moved out to the patio for rum and cigars, it was even more hot and humid than it had been at the airport. Yes, we had cigars and rum. A cigar and rum sommelier joined us and recommended cigar and rum pairings. As she also smoked cigars I couldn't help but think of the opera Carmen where the lead Diva smokes cigars and entices away Don Juan. Anyway, I did not have a cigar but took a few puffs off of someone else's. I did not see what the big deal was. But the rum was good and I enjoyed sipping it while a local musician and his band played for us. At the end of the band's performance, we discovered the singer was the husband of one of our guides. Other than the heat, it was a lovely relaxing evening and a great way to end our time in Cuba (although my experience wasn't quite finished).
On Wednesday, Nov. 14, my flight wasn't until 2:30pm so I knew ahead of time that I would have some free time in the morning. After seeing the Hemingway house on Monday, I asked Joe if he could arrange for me to visit the fishing village of Cojimar on Wednesday morning before I left. Cojimar was the village that inspired Hemingway to write the Old Man and the Sea and he dedicated his Nobel Prize to the fishermen of that village. I enjoyed the Hemingway house so much that I just had to see the fishing village. So Joe arranged it for me with Julie who had been our guide at the Hemingway house. She and a taxi driver picked me up at 8am and we headed east to the village. On the way there we passed several large sports stadium where the Pan American games had been held; they were decorated with more propaganda about the importance of sports to the revolution, etc. Anyway, Cojimar is still in the city of Havana but feels remote. Like other places we had been, most buildings could use some renovation, although I did see one nice house across the street from the ruins of another. We stopped in the Terraza de Cojimar, a restaurant / bar where Hemingway liked to hang out. We had to bribe someone to let us in since they were not open yet. But we saw the table where he liked to sit (they have it roped off) and admired all their pictures of Hemingway in the large dining room over looking the small bay. We then walked down the water front street to the site of a small Spanish fort and the adjacent monument to Hemingway. At a small park on the waterfront a lot of young people would gathered because it was a WiFi hotspot.
We weren't in Cojimar too long so on the way back Julie said we could stop at the Christ of Havana statue which overlooks Havana Harbor and old Havana. The statue predates the revolution by a few years and is similar to ones in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and Lisbon, Portugal but without his arms spread out. Instead his left hand is near his waste and his right hand has two fingers held in the sign of a blessing. However, it is a local joke that from a distance it looks like he is holding a glass of rum in one hand and a cigar in the other. Julie said some people also call him the sexy Jesus because he is so attractive and has full lips. We took several pictures and then because we still had time, headed to Revolution Square where Julie took my picture in front of the giant Che Guevara mural on the Ministry of the Interior building. On the opposite side of the square is the Jose Marti memorial. The square has been the site of numerous political rallies and speeches by Fidel Castro. During this part of the trip Julie and I talked a lot about the current situation in Cuba. I asked her if people believed all the propaganda we saw. She said most Cubans were apathetic and ignored it and besides, Cubans are now exposed to outside ideas and news because of the internet. I'll talk more about that in another entry. Cubans have come up with an ingenious way to see internet content from all over the world despite the spotty internet access in the country.
Before leaving for the airport, I bought two bottles of expensive rum at the hotel. At the Delta check in, nobody said anything about it. At passport control, where they stamped my passport "Exit" and took my Visa, nobody said anything. Then at security, the guard told me in Spanish that I could not take them on the plane (liquids, darn it! I should have known better). She said they could only be in checked bags. I asked if could go back out and check them in and she said no, because I'd already had my passport stamped. "So what do we do now?" I asked. "I'm going to take it" she replied. So without intending to, I treated the airport staff and security to an expensive cocktail hour. Five minutes later I bought some cheaper rum at the Duty Free shop.
Well that's it. I had a wonderful time and the whole experience felt more like a cultural immersion than a sightseeing trip. I hope I get to back sometime soon. I'd like to see more of the island. I'm going to post one more post to talk about some of my observations and to post some pictures. Thank you for reading my blog. And thank you to Joe Sandillo and Almaz Journeys for the fantastic trip.
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Havana, Day 2, Monday, Nov. 12
I’m waiting for my flight back to Atlanta from the Havana airport. It is late which I was warned would probably happen. So I decided to use the time to blog some more even thought I can’t post this until I am back in Atlanta and have internet again. In fact, the internet at our hotel has been very unreliable and usually kicked one off after about 10 minutes. Other than not being able to blog, however, it has been kind of nice to be cut off from the news and goings on in the US. So over the next week or so I will update the blog and post some pictures on Facebook.
Sunday night we had dinner at another Paladar, this one inside an old factory that has been converted into a space for artists, la Fabrica de Arte Cubana or FAC. The FAC also has space for music and several bars so it is a popular place to go at night. When we arrived, there was already a long line of people waiting to get in; because, we were eating there, we were able to skip the line. The restaurant was outside on top of the building. We were seated at the same time as two other large groups so it was a bit chaotic. It was a beautiful evening with perfect weather and was nice to be outside.
After dinner, we explored the art space. The FAC is three levels and most of the art is on the top two levels. There is music on the ground level. I was impressed at the outpouring of creativity that I saw. All kinds of art and almost none of it was political. Apparently, the art rotates and when we were there, they seemed to be featuring an artist who liked to paint and photograph naked middle aged women. Lots of them. But there was other art as well, including a painting of what was supposed to look like a formal portrait of Batista’s wife in the royal palace, however she was completely naked. It was displayed like it was an official portrait labeled, “the First Lady of Cuba, madame Batista” or something like that. After viewing the art we told our guide Yusi that we didn’t really care about hearing the music, meaning that we were ready to go and didn't need to see the art downstairs. She didn’t quite understand the hint and took us for a lap downstairs where a loud heavy metal band was playing. Most of the folks on the tour are retirees in their 70s. Several of them held their ears as we walked around. When we finally got out to the van, we all had a good laugh about it.
Monday, we spent the morning learning first about the Mafia and then about Hemingway. For this part of the tour, Julie was our guide. She is a former French teacher who also studied history, but left teaching to work in tourism, because it pays much more. In a traditional job, the average Cuban makes about $50 a month which is not enough to survive on even thought they are guaranteed a small amount of subsidized food every month, but that is not enough either. So almost all Cubans have some other thing that they do on the side, such as selling electronics from the states or working as drivers part time. In addition, many professionals who speak English leave their professions altogether and work in tourism, particularly as guides. There is no limit how much they can earn and most share that with their families.
Julie first took us to the Riviera hotel which is just across the street from ours and told us about the Mafia in Cuba in the 1950s and the casinos they built without having to worry about legalities; they only had to give Batista, the dictator at the time, 10% of all earnings. Julie also told us that in the 50s, there were 100,000 prostitutes in Havana which had a population at the time of 2 million. And also at the time, most of the country was very poor and illiterate. We went inside the Riviera for a few minutes and took pictures in the lobby which has giant windows overlooking the Caribbean. The furnishings are all mid century modern originals and we felt like we had gone back in time.
We then went on the National Hotel which is an old hotel up on a hill overlooking the city. It is where the meeting of all the bosses from the American mafia met in 1946. The meeting was hosted by Meyer Lansky and Lucky Luciano and the bosses discussed how they would split up their gambling enterprise in Havana. The meeting is depicted in The Godfather Part II. At the national, Julie also told us about the Cuban revolution and the closing of all the casinos. I was surprised at how candid she was about the revolution. She emphasized that Batista was a brutal and despised dictator and that Castro, Che, Cienfuegos, and others had wide spread support in their efforts and that only after the Bay of Pigs, did Castro declare that he was a socialist. Despite its accomplishments, such as universal housing, education, healthcare, and literacy, she also admitted that the revolution was bad for many and that many had left at different times and that many were still leaving in search of a better life. Half of her classmates had left the island, not for political reasons, but economic. She emphasized how much she and her generation wanted things to improve but that it was hard to be patient and wait for the old guard to relinquish power to the younger generation. At the same time, no one wants another revolution or violence. I said I couldn’t believe how open she was being and she explained that since the starvation period of the 1990s, the government had been encouraging more openness, hence not only her honesty, but also the art and music that has become more creative, things that would not have existed 30 years ago. I’ll post a separate entry later with more political commentary and observations.
After the visit to the National Hotel, our tour turned to Hemingway. I was most excited about this part of the trip since my favorite book is the Old Man and The Sea, the book that caused Hemingway to win the Nobel Prize in literature. We visited the house that he owned, where he wrote the Old Man and the Sea and where he lived off and on for many years. Hemingway’s will left the house to the people of Cuba upon his death and so it is now owned by the Cuban state. The house is on a hill on the outskirts of Havana and overlooks the whole city. Supposedly, his third (?) wife bought the house as a way of getting Hemingway out of the city and away from the bars. You cannot go in the house, but you can walk around it and look in the windows and doors which are open. People working inside can take pictures for you if you like and I paid one 5 CUC (=$5) to take some for me, including the kitchen which you can’t see. The house is small enough that walking around it and peering inside ensured you saw just about everything. We also saw the pool and his fishing boat, Pilar, which he normally left docked in the village of Cojimar. I visited Cojimar this morning before leaving for the airport and will write more on that later. Julie was with us the whole time we were at the house and told us a lot of the history of Hemingway in Cuba and how much he is admired by the Cuban people.
After a couple of hours on the grounds, we said goodbye to Julie and headed for a farm about 40 km west of Havana where we enjoyed a farm to table lunch and were shown around the grounds by the owner Alfredo, a Peruvian, who along with his Nicaraguan wife Annabelle, had moved from Paris (!) to Cuba in search of something different. They wanted to be in Latin America, where they were from, and chose Cuba because there is virtually no crime. They have an Usufruct on the land which is a Civil Law (Napoleonic code) form of ownership that I don’t really understand, but the folks on our tour from Louisiana were able to explain in to us. It is a use right for a period of years or for life (similar to a Life Estate in common law jurisdictions like England and all of the U.S. except Louisiana) and it seems to be the most common kind of land ownership in Cuba. In Cuba it is also inheritable, but I’m not sure if that’s typical in other civil law jurisdictions or not. They have the land for 20 years and that can be renewed. If they use it for any purpose other than farming, it will revert to the state. Anyway, we had a lovely time eating great fresh food under an Avocado tree and relaxing in the shade. After lunch, Alfredo showed us around his farm and talked about the bartering and trading economy that exists in much of the Cuban countryside between farmers. He also showed us his beehive of stingless bees and gave us each the chance to slurp honey out of the hive with a straw. I looked it up on Wikipedia later (when I had internet) and stingless bees are native to the tropics, especially in Central and South America. Their honey combs are formed in a spiral and they store honey in pods on top. It was out of these that we slurped the honey. It was good, but not as viscous as I think of honey. Apparently they are used more for pollinating than for honey production.
Once back in Havana and freshened up, we ate dinner at the oldest Paladar in Havana, the Guarida, which was featured in the 1993 Cuban movie, Strawberries and Chocolate, which I will have to see again. The Paladar is on the third floor of an old mansion in the Centro neighborhood of Havana, that is otherwise divided up into apartments. I had Caribbean Lobster which I had wanted to try. It was good, but had more of a steak texture than Main Lobster. After dinner, we went to a club in our hotel that featured a Cuban style band with a singer who had been part of the Buena Vista Social Club. While I sipped my Cuba Libre (rum and coke; yes, I’ve discovered that I like rum), I was pulled to the stage by one of several young female dancers who had pulled others up to dance Salsa. I’m not sure what I was doing but she basically lead me and others on our tour were there as well. But the song seemed to go on and on, and when I tried to leave, she pulled me back up, much to the delight to the others in our group. I finally was able to escape and my knees were grateful. It was a nice way to end a wonderful day.
I think I’ll stop for now. I will post a few more entries over the next week when I have time. Hasta luego.
Sunday, November 11, 2018
Havana, Cuba
Good evening. I’m in Havana for a few days on a tour organized by my good friend Joe Sandillo. Joe started his own travel company, Almaz Journeys, that puts together tours to Cuba, Columbia, and Peru. I had wanted to come to Cuba for some time and so when he mentioned this trip to me, I was happy to sign up. You can read more about Joe’s business at www.almazjourneys.com. Almaz Journey’s Cuba tours comply with all US laws for travel to Cuba. The tour I am on is a people to people exchange where we have opportunities to meet Cuban people and support them in their private endeavors. For example, all the restaurants where we eat are privately owned “Paladars”. These are private restaurants that were illegal at one time, but were legalized in the 1990s.
I arrived yesterday afternoon on a direct flight from Atlanta and had time to walk around a little bit before our tour group met up for introductions and to go to dinner. On the drive to the city from the airport, I saw a lot of propaganda posters and murals with pictures of Fidel and Raul Castro, Che Guevara, etc. There is no commercial advertising in Cuba, only social and political. The scenery along the road was mainly of people walking and waiting for buses. There were not that many cars on the road and many of the ones we saw were American cars from the 50s. But I also saw a number of what I think are old East German cars. I am staying at the Melia Cohiba hotel in Havana’s Vedado neighborhood. The hotel is European owned and on the Malecon, Havana’s waterfront boulevard. Next to our hotel is the Riviera, formerly owned by mobster Meyer Lansky and frequented by Frank Sinatra and other American performers before the revolution. I took a little time before dinner to walk around the neighborhood. Vedado is the old upper middle class part of Havana and the grid of streets are lined with large houses that all need some work. Many of these were clearly once beautiful mansions but have almost all fallen into disrepair. In fact, almost everything we have seen is in need of renovation: houses, roads, signs, sidewalks, fountains, etc. After the group had a chance to meet each other, Joe, and our guides, William and Yusi, we went to dinner at a nearby Paladar overlooking the water.
Today we spent the morning in Old Havana, exploring the narrow streets and historic squares.Much of the architecture reminded me of St. Augustine, FL but on a grander scale. And although, other areas of Havana are in desperate need of renovation and repair, much money appear to have been spent fixing up the old part of the city. For this part of the tour we had an architectural guide who told us about the significance of many buildings. For example, we saw a hotel where Hemingway liked to stay when he was in Cuba because it had a nice view of the bay. However, Batista later built a modern glass and concrete building next to it that blocked his view. Perhaps because of this, Hemingway bought a small farm in the hills which we will visit tomorrow. We had a nice traditional Cuban lunch in a Paladar by the Cathedral and I finally got to have a real Mojito. After lunch, we went to four artists’ studios, three of which were in their private homes. I saw several pieces I liked but they were way too expensive. Nevertheless, I enjoyed seeing the inside of homes and learning about each artist’s work. Everyone we have met has been very friendly and I am looking forward to our dinner tonight which we are having at another Paladar, this one located inside a former factory that has been turned into an art gallery / nightclub.
If you are wondering why I haven’t included pictures, it is because the internet at the hotel is very spotty. I have posted a few on Facebook, but I will post most of my pics when I return to the states.
Hasta manana.
I arrived yesterday afternoon on a direct flight from Atlanta and had time to walk around a little bit before our tour group met up for introductions and to go to dinner. On the drive to the city from the airport, I saw a lot of propaganda posters and murals with pictures of Fidel and Raul Castro, Che Guevara, etc. There is no commercial advertising in Cuba, only social and political. The scenery along the road was mainly of people walking and waiting for buses. There were not that many cars on the road and many of the ones we saw were American cars from the 50s. But I also saw a number of what I think are old East German cars. I am staying at the Melia Cohiba hotel in Havana’s Vedado neighborhood. The hotel is European owned and on the Malecon, Havana’s waterfront boulevard. Next to our hotel is the Riviera, formerly owned by mobster Meyer Lansky and frequented by Frank Sinatra and other American performers before the revolution. I took a little time before dinner to walk around the neighborhood. Vedado is the old upper middle class part of Havana and the grid of streets are lined with large houses that all need some work. Many of these were clearly once beautiful mansions but have almost all fallen into disrepair. In fact, almost everything we have seen is in need of renovation: houses, roads, signs, sidewalks, fountains, etc. After the group had a chance to meet each other, Joe, and our guides, William and Yusi, we went to dinner at a nearby Paladar overlooking the water.
Today we spent the morning in Old Havana, exploring the narrow streets and historic squares.Much of the architecture reminded me of St. Augustine, FL but on a grander scale. And although, other areas of Havana are in desperate need of renovation and repair, much money appear to have been spent fixing up the old part of the city. For this part of the tour we had an architectural guide who told us about the significance of many buildings. For example, we saw a hotel where Hemingway liked to stay when he was in Cuba because it had a nice view of the bay. However, Batista later built a modern glass and concrete building next to it that blocked his view. Perhaps because of this, Hemingway bought a small farm in the hills which we will visit tomorrow. We had a nice traditional Cuban lunch in a Paladar by the Cathedral and I finally got to have a real Mojito. After lunch, we went to four artists’ studios, three of which were in their private homes. I saw several pieces I liked but they were way too expensive. Nevertheless, I enjoyed seeing the inside of homes and learning about each artist’s work. Everyone we have met has been very friendly and I am looking forward to our dinner tonight which we are having at another Paladar, this one located inside a former factory that has been turned into an art gallery / nightclub.
If you are wondering why I haven’t included pictures, it is because the internet at the hotel is very spotty. I have posted a few on Facebook, but I will post most of my pics when I return to the states.
Hasta manana.
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