Anyway, after an hour or so, I decided to head back to the host family as we agreed that I would return for dinner. I took one of these little yellow scooter taxis that were present all over Cuba.
Dinner was a little strange. I was sitting as a guest at the dinner table but somehow I felt very uncomfortable. I felt that everything was staged for me. I sensed that this family was not used to having guests.
That was a funny coincidence and she told me about some good parties on the island. I went to one these parties which was actually located in an open air bar. There were few people but everyone connected. |
