Havana Cuba, the Last Day

On our last day, we woke up to rain. Our hosts said rain was predicted for the next two days. That was OK. Since we had already seen so much of Havana, we didn’t feel like we were missing out. And, our host was home recovering from his cut hand, so more interesting conversations were in store.

But, soon there were spots of blue in the sky, and by noon it was bright and clear! We decided to head out for some more exploring. One thing I enjoyed was getting a closer look at the sculpture. Check out the artist’s website http://www.artsanjuan.com/  He’s Cuban, from Havana and does some really interesting stuff. I wish the photo of the sign had come out better. It says – “Faces can show the soul of the people, the diversity of gender. It is impossible for me to avoid beauty, confrontation and transculturation among us. Today our globalized world is this. It is presence here and there. Why women? Because they are the utmost expression of life. My interest, as an artist, is to donate this piece to the heart of the city. May it beat among us, so that passerby may coexist with it and forever treasure it in their memory.”

We decided to set off for the Malecon, and turn left towards a different part of town.

We ended up in a more commercial part of the city. It looked like this is where the citizens lived and worked, not a tourist area.

It turned out to be a really beautiful day so it was a pleasure to be out exploring again!

After wandering for a few hours, we decide to turn towards home. We felt like we had been in an entirely different part of town but we actually weren’t that far from our home base.

About the red car and the goats and chickens… something caught my ear, like a child hollering but when I spotted the source, I realized it was a guy putting a couple little goats into that red car. Soon he came back with chickens, and then the bigger goat in the picture, and then more chickens. I mentioned this to our hosts and they explained it was the Santeria religion, that they use the animals for sacrifices. They didn’t know what was done with them later but according to some information I found on line, they are eaten. This BBC article talks about it.

It rained later in the evening and during the night, but we got lucky with the weather all day. We had a great morning talking with our hosts and did a bit more exploring as well. And, when we got back we found out our hosts had enjoyed a much needed nap. His parents aren’t well so he, and often both of them go to their apartment every evening to take care of them, sometimes returning after midnight so along with their daytime activities, our hosts have a lot going on.

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We live in David, Chiriqui Provence, Republic of Panama! This blog is about some of our experiences in our new country.
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7 Responses to Havana Cuba, the Last Day


    You have done a remarkable job with your visit to Habana ! I feel like I have been there myself !


  2. Yes, Kris, I felt I was right there experiencing this wonderful culture. I love the architecture and old buildings very much! I’m so glad your hosts were able to get in some rest and nap while you were out. I’m sure they were trying in every way to take care of their guests but just like everywhere, things can wear you down. I certainly believe you made an impression on them as they did on you. We must remember to experience each moment with those around us and treasure what we receive and what we can give back. It was nice you were able to get out and enjoy your last day there. What a Blessing for you both to go on this trip!


  3. Anonymous says:

    Yes indeed, Kris—we are all the same under the skin as the old expression goes…you have done a wonderful job capturing the sense of what Cuba is like in the moment and for those of us who may never get the chance to visit in person, you have certainly created a facsimile that makes one feel as if they had been. While you were there, Dr. Thomas celebrated his 101st birthday in Bangor!!! Sally Reed


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