 | The entrance hall had a design of the seventies which I found charming. An older man came towards me an asked me whether I needed a ride. I agreed and we drove to downtown of Havana, capital of Cuba.
We left on time and the route included some nice beach towns along the coast, such as Tulum and Playa del Carmen. Behind me sat two very cute girls who started to talk to me about life in my country.
Once at the JFK I had six hours of stop over. That was plenty of time to think whether it was worth flying to Cancun or staying a few days in NY, waiting for the hurricane to pass. I called friends. |
