 | The bus left Havana and drove westwards towards a place called Viniales. After a short two hour ride we arrived there and once the bus entered the terminal we were greeted by dozens of people.
Please write me from your home as soon as your are back. My Spanish is better than that of most Americans, but my English is worse than that of most people here. It is a strange position that I am in.
I chose a room in the center of town. I went to the northern beach of the island which was supposedly the most beautiful one. There were many young tourist lying in the sand but I still felt foreign. |
