Our host family in Havana
The day of horror in the Vinales hospital
Feeling much better after the injection, our host-gramps shows me what's up with Guantanamera
The next day, this smile belies the rapid return of the raging fever that had us racing several km back home on our bikes 30 mins later
Gorgeous cliffs in Vinales, as we recuperate pool-side at some swank hotel we were not staying at
Maria la Gorda ("the fat") was a Venezuelan lady who was marooned on Cuba and turned to prostitution to survive. This beach is named after her!
Julia snapped this lovely shot of a crumbling wall in Trinidad
Julia and Trinidad
We rode horses out to this amazing swimming hole
The Trinidad posse (plus our scary horse-wrangler in the background!)
It was a gorgeous ride
Julia puts on a smile for the camera
Stunning views on horseback
Julia's horse kept walking her into the thorn bushes. She was horrified when she realized that horses are untame beasts and actually need to be steered.
People really do use horses to get around every day. It's, like, totally normal.
On a catamaran going snorkeling!
If you could only bring one thing with you to a desert island...
...you might play with it all day until the sun set
Impromptu salsa crash-course in Trididad
Yep, revolution is everywhere.
A '53 Chevy!
3 comments:
Re the horseback riding tour that was supposed to be 3 hours but turned into a 7 hour ordeal--I was smiling on the outside but crying (no, sobbing hysterically) on the inside...
what was it that horse wrangler would yell out when he would canter up and whip your horse's rear?
The Spanish word that I will never forget till the day I day... YEGUA!
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