 | We arrived at my Casa, a private home with an extra place that the family rented. I sat down and they gave me a drink. They explained me that they wanted me to stay at another house for some reason.
The climb was much exhausting than I had presumed. I had forgotten that we were at high altitude where there is less oxygen and that every step required double effort. It was a great exercise.
Police cars drove around the town and called all citizens and tourists to leave the island immediately. I was told, that the hurricane which was supposed to go over Cuba was on the way to us. |
