I understand if you hate me
I'm back after an amazing and exhausting trip to Cuba. It was well worth it in the end, and the trip of a lifetime. I have definately been bitten by the travel bug and want to continue as far as finance will allow. The country was nothing I thought it would be and everything I could ever want. This trip was exactly what the doctor ordered, allowing me to relax, party, and really open my eyes to a whole other culture. Kinda vague, so I figure the only way I'll get through it is to break it down into smaller incriments and subheadings.
I will never master the self portrait
White sand powdered beaches like I've never seen or felt.
Crystal blue ocean water that is swimming pool warm.
Grilled fresh lobsters in creole sauces. Fresh squeezed orange juice.
Cuban coffee. Mojitos.
Palm trees everywhere. The architecture. Cities that are clean.
Feeling safer in Cuba than I do in some Canadian cities ( I was able to walk back to the hotel from the bar one night without an ounce of fear).
The heat. Havana. Markets where you can barter but wth no pressure. No beggars.
Love for tourists from the locals.
Austrian men; preferable Austrian good looking men who happen to be police officers. Giggidy.
The fact that Cuba is not 'Canadianized' or 'Americanized' but truly it's own world.
Local pride. Cheap cigarettes. Like.60cents cheap. 3 dollar bottles of rum. Sailing.
Cute stray puppies and kitties. Coconuts. Double decker buses.
Local bars that are okay with the tourists wandering in.
Slight almost-but-not-quite-offwhite tans.
Smoking and drinking are acceptable everywhere and at any time of day by the locals.
The whitest girl on the beach, hands down.
The hotel food. Now I know as a herbivore I can expect to be limited at times but buffets that had only cabbage and carrots and olives? Really?
Getting charged to use the washroom at the local bars and then getting charged for teepee (damn men for just being able to shake).
Locals trying to take advantage of tourists, aka: price of a drink is the bill that you hold up. Canadian dollar being crap compared to the Cuban peso.
Tour advisors who forget to tell you that there is a dress code required for the evening show, so you get to pick up a dress at the Havana market and borrow shoes off a woman on the tour bus.
Having to wait on the tarmac at the Vancouver airport in the plane on the way there for almost three hours waiting for the plane to be de-iced because of the snow.
Getting food poisoning at the Cuban airport on the way back.
The grosses 24 hours and trip back I have ever experienced.
Getting a bad headcold as soon as I got back.
The, Oh Meghan:
Not my finest moment, but I can say I learned to like rum.
Getting blindly drunk, falling down ass over tea kettle in front of everyone at the local bar (people clapped) and continuing to pick up the hot Austrian guy whilst bleeding profusely.
Learning just enough Spanish to call one of the clapping women a bad name and have her almost kick my scrawny Canadian ass.
Deciding that flipping up a skirt to show your knickers is a universal pickup line.
(note; only Leanne saw)
Chasing stray dogs at 6:00am because I want to pet them. And hoping I don't have rabies right now.
Getting offered marriage by a very good looking local, but turning him down as the fact that he then wanted to jump on a plane right away to Canada made me question whether or not his intentions were true love.
We didn't kill each other. And it was our one year "facebook" marriage anniversary.
I'll definately get into specifics another time but for now I am all about recovering (my skin tastes like salt water and alcohol) and trying to get the sand out of my crack. Here's the link to a few albums I have up on facebook as I'm way too lazy to post all the pics I have up on here.