Up before, as one passenger commented, the chickens had even laid the eggs. We fly over Cuba within the hour, but then continue on to Miami and then spend many hours trying to get back. After being in many airports literally all around the world, the one which brings us the most heartburn was in the … US. But at last we’re off, and 55 minutes later we land in Havana. And our preconceptions hold – beautiful old city, in poor repair, late 50’s Chevy’s (with Russian diesel engines by now), and no advertising except for government sponsored billboards (Mas Socialismo!). Our first stop is the beautiful, old, San Francisco Church where we are treated to a concert by the Camerata Romeu, a world renowned, all-female, Chamber Orchestra.
Our schedule pushes us on to our hotel, the Parque Central, right downtown. The sunset view from the rooftop bar is lovely.
Then just when we thought things were settling down, we’re off in a fleet of vintage cars (see videos!) for a ride down the Malecon by the ocean to a local “paladar” for candlelight dinner (power outage, common), live music, and of course, Mohjtos!