So we are back from Cuba. It was just great! After such a long winter the heat was sooo good! The colours were so bright! The sun in a clear blue sky instead of the short grey days.
There was the beach – Varadero has one of the most beautiful sand beaches of the caribbean (ok, not as beautiful and fine as the sand in the Cape le Grand National Park in Western Australia of course. There the sand is so fine that it makes squeaking sounds when you walk over it with bare feet! About the water there I can only say it´s wonderful clear. But everytime I´ve been there, it was way too cold for a swim... – but back to Cuba!)
It was a time of sweet faineance, of reading books, of walking through the little town and admiring all those huge, majestic old cars in action (– and of being together certainly)!
You sit in the restaurant and look outside where there is parked a huge green Oldsmobile. You feel like you are thrown way back into the fifties (though I am very, very thankful that I live today and not in the fifties with Pettycoats and Rock´n Roll music!)
Havanna, what a beautiful, living town. But very obviously the touristic centre of Cuba. We had a very good guide to the city this time and learned things about the town and living on Cuba from a natives´ point of view. It was really interesting.
The hotel was very good, too. Though of two lifts only one was running and the one running got stuck very often. The emergency button didn´t work. Well, after I got stuck myself and nearly panicked, I took the stairs. Did I mention we had our room in the nineth floor? But, hey, don´t get too lazy! ;-)
Unfortunately at the beginning of the second week we had a cloudy day at the beach. I could not see where the shadow really was and my sun allergy broke loose. That was it with the beach for this holiday. Why was I so stupid?! I should have known better and stay inside for that one day! Next time I will remember (I hope!)!
Those three weeks just flew by!
On the last evening the bus took us to the airport where we had to wait for quite a while until boarding and take-off. Sleep was not possible. When we finally reached our airport at home, we had to hurry for the train.
Man, it was completedly full! We sat on the floor or stood for three hours. My bottom still hurts, no kidding! After three hours we had to change trains, with all the heavy lugguage stairs down, stairs up then after another half an hour ride the same procedure again. Then the stairs for a last time and friends drove us to them where one of our cars parked with which we than drove home.
I love holiday but I definitively hate the long ways! With the different time zones it takes some days to catch up with the time here. Well, maybe it´s my age. I have the feeling this time it was much tougher than all the other times!
When we finally arrived home we were groggy but could not sleep. Sleep came in the morning but at around 10 a phone call threw us out of bed. I needed to clean my car since I should get a new one this friday (well it takes a week longer now, the agency needs more time!) In the evening we went with both cars to my home because... well, I´ve mentioned it, I forgot the football cards at home. Next day we went a good deal of the way back again to where the game took place. It rained all the time and it was really cold – not funny!
But the game itself was a lot of fun, I loved it!
On sunday finally we could take a rest. And yesterday morning it was a sad good-bye until friday. Back to normal working life.
I love my job and have nice colleagues but I hate being without my partner in the week!
Oh and I nearly knocked over backwards when I saw the pertol prices! That´s crazy! I have to drive 80km every working day and every second weekend it´s 200km! How high will they rise?!
Invent
beaming, someone, please! (Would make travelling a lot more comfortable, too ;-)) And living apart not neccesary any more...
