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After a day of clear blue skies and rum and cokes on the beach this evening the storms came again. They seem to last less than an hour and the rain they leave behind dries up soon after.
We ate tonight in the Brazilian restaurant and met another person with a Russian name. Irina’s English was a lot better than my Spanish and her care and interest in us was very touching.
Like all the Cubans we have met they are very proud of their country and their traditions and happy to share whatever they have. “In the other restaurant it isn’t Cuban food : my mother makes the best Cuban food”, Irina told us. “Will you be back ? If you will you can try her cooking”
I hope that in the years to come that this never gets lost from the Cuban psyche and I hope I get to come back to take up that offer.
