Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Santiago De Cuba

I want to thank Diane and Nancy for explaining to me how beautiful and delicate Murano glass is at breakfast.  In their defense they did not know that the day before we left for the cruise, while decorating the house, I accidentally broke and destroyed Jens favorite glass Murano Xmas tree we got while in Italy.  Jen was almost ready to forgive me for this mistake and now I am square one.  I tried like to ignore the conversation but they were so passionate about how nice Moreno glass was.  STRIKE 1

I guess my dad’s rechargeable razor is still working, see he forgot his cord and didn’t realize it would work even if he didn’t have the plug.  He asked me if we could find a cord in Havana and I told him I would look for one but unless it was made out of a coconut there would be no chance.  Luckily its still working. 

After breakfast, we headed down to Dick 6 (how our captain pronounces deck) to go get ready for our walk.  Its great when Uncle Bill tell story because we all get it but everyone around us thinks he is saying DICK.  Guess what, too windy to walk our 60 laps so off to the gym we go and there are no open machines.  I waited while the lady in front of me did here work out at 1.1 mph (1.1 KPH actually) and finally got on machine.  RAN 5 miles—Still got it.  Finished working out and rushed to get ready for excursions at noon.  I left Jen in room to meet my Mom and tell her we were not on the same excursion (STRIKE 2).  They did not wait for us. 

Off to see the Basilica in Copper town Cuba.  It was the nicest structure we have seen so far and then we were treated to the best steel band I have ever seen (actually the only one I have seen in my entire life).  People leave trinkets at the church for good luck and there are a ton of baseballs for good luck.  I wish I brought my Barca shirt to leave for good luck to the team.  Took my picture with a guy wearing a Trump hat (didn’t know if he knew it was a Trump hat but worth the tip for the pic).  I changed all my money for pesos so I could give away to the people here before we left and bought a bunch of cigars but was a little late to bus (1 minute).  STRIKE 3 and now I am screwed for the rest of the night.  We also went to San Juan Hill, where Teddy Roosevelt and the rough riders came to aid Cuba in the early 1900’s.  Then we saw the bay of pigs, where the CIA planned an attack on Cuba and failed. 

The people here are happy with what they have and I only hope the American influence will not change that feeling.  I gave all the rest of my money away and I only wish I had small bills so I could “make it rain” in the square.  Had one guy with one leg ask me for American dollars instead.

Happy Chanukah to my favorite Jews!

Met mom up at the pool deck and she told us a story about how a couple was late to the bus and it held up everyone and how annoyed she was.  Thanks mom, STRIKE 4 or maybe a full count.  I can’t believe how much my mom is like my wife.

Listened to the band play La Bamba one more time and then smoked a cigar with my cigar friends and talked politics with my new friends from Virginia.  We are 30 years apart and both agree on the issues.  Refreshing. 

Dinner at 730 tonight and I am hoping my time away from Jen will work in my favor.  I cannot screw up tonight or it will be a long day
tomorrow.  Tomorrow is a day at the sea.   

Went to dinner and stopped on the way at the classical concert on the way to dinner.  We were told we would have to wait 40 minutes for dinner because they did not have a table for 6.  We saw a table for 8 but had to put Diane on the case to get us the table.  It was fine with me either way as I ordered a Double Dirty Martini so no worries.  My dad followed suit.  Loved hearing stories from my dad about how he came to America.


We ordered dinner and did not close the restaurant.  The crew went to the show and we passed so we could go gambling at the casino (not).  To bed early, ready for our last day at sea.  Maybe a day drink, starting with a massage at 8 am. 






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