¡Habaneando!

Maria Rosa, the owner of the casa particular where we stayed the first two nights.

Visiting Miramar.

Haha... one of the few photos of me during the first two weeks.

The Cuban flag and that of Spain, ¨la madre patria¨.

¨All to the plaza, live the revolution!¨ It´s been living since 1959.

Fresa y Chocolate, a cultural center named after a great Cuban movie about sexuality and friendship.

La guagua-- the bus. Always crowded.

¡Candela! My clothing seemed extremely modest in Havana.

Cute little Polski Fiat.

Love the guagua kitsch, each driver´s got their own set of stickers and stuffed animals.

Granma newspaper, named after the yacht that brought revolutionaries (include Fidel, Che Guevara, Raúl Castro and Camilo Cienfuegos) from Mexico to Cuba in 1956 to overthrow the Batista regime.

Princesca, what are you looking at?

Seems she was watching the boys playing pelota, Cuban baseball.

Morning 25

Waking up in Central Habana, Casa de las Rosas.

La Luz de La Habana

I never imagined I´d make it to Cuba. The first few days-- rather, the whole three weeks-- were a surreal, magical dream:

Immediate propoganda: The ideas are the weapons (¿) in the fight for humanity.

Milena, a woman from Bulgaria that I roomed with, in front of a shooting range. ¨Every Cuban should know how to shoot and shoot well¨. (Later I found out that translated into Colombian Spanish, it means something quite different!)

Glorious.

Taxistas in front of el Capitolio.

¨Good Appetite¨.

Salsa en la Plaza de la Catedral.

40-cent taxi ride in a fifty-year-old vehicle.

Buenas noches.

From La Ventanilla

Landing for the first layover in El Salvador.

Más El Salvador...

The mountains of Costa Rica.

Casas Costarricenses.

Landing in San José de Costa Rica for my last stopover.

Hasta la vista, México

Once again, the equidistant cross blessing the home.

Cleo, the great great dane.

Nora´s beautiful room in the forest of Cuernavaca.

¨Mom, I put much love and many tomatoes.¨

Cuernavaca´s lights from a distance.

Thunderstorm.

Entrance to la Casa Verde.

Farewell foto. Aren´t we just precious?

Lagartija, one of my favorite animals. The ones in Cuernavaca sing like birds!