I headed out with M, E and C to la Plaza vieja where we had coffee yesterday. The walk there was brutally hot and I thought I might turn into a puddle.
We sat on the plaza for a few hours, barely able to move, let alone make conversation. That being said, our conversational skills aren’t superb to begin with in this language. It is incredible how exhausting it is to have to focus so hard on what people are saying. I thought that the accent in Spain was difficult, but the Cuban accent trumps it mucho. We made our way back to the casa and I made us some dinner and then M and I watched a cute animated movie in Spanish.
Sunday we woke up relatively early and headed to la playa. It’s only 20kms outside of the city and only costs 5 CUCs to get there, split between five people. Pretty sweet deal. The only unfortunate part was that we arrived at high noon and stayed throughout the hottest part of the day. All in all, it was a lovely day spent on a white sandy beach, surrounded by a sea of people, staring at a sea of blended turquoise and gentle waves. Life is good.
After the beach, we were all fried so we headed home as fast as possible. I cooked up some beans and rice, called Moros y Cristianos. Yes. Moors and Christians. I can’t figure out if it is an extremely racist term, or a beautiful way of blending together two cultures in one tasty dish. We all crashed after dinner, knowing that we had to be up early for our workday on Monday.
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