I just love big dramatic storms. Cuba didn’t disappoint. This is what it looked like as the clouds rolled in:
And this is ten minutes later, with the rain pouring down so hard it looks like fog
We made friends with some people from Quebec and all went out for dinner. Such a beautiful street.
Trinidad is just full of these gorgeous little bars and restaurants with cobblestone courtyards.
Hey, it’s that picture I’ve been using as my wallpaper!
Also, turns out that there isn’t much of a tattoo industry in Cuba. So I’d say that my husband had at least 8 people, every single day, admiring his tattoo.
The bus took at least 6 hours to get from Havana down to Trinidad. When we arrived, we had to fend off dozens of people holding signs, pushing us to stay at their casas. We managed to get a taxi out to Hostal El Capitan, and it’s hard to express just how lovely it was to find a view like this when we arrived.
Time to leave Havana and travel by bus down to Trinidad. It felt strange being inside a car again. This one had a cute lil daisy.
‘Quantos esta?’ *gesture towards camera*
‘no, no, no’ *pose for photo cheerfully*
‘2 CUC, por favor’
I don’t mind that this photo cost me money, because I love the contrast between her vibrant, cheerful pose and his mild demeanour.