
02/16/2025
Our last day in Cuba was a day of contrasts, which was incredibly fitting as Cuba is a land of contrast and dichotomy.
A young couple hosted us at their home. A table lined with fresh flowers and beautiful place sets awaited us. In their yard we ate fresh ceviche and a mix of lobster, octopus and shrimp and the most decadent chocolate cake.
We walked across the street to a beautiful sandy beach with a stretch of azure water. Some of the girls swam, some read, some strolled. All of us agreed it felt like a slice of heaven and we didn’t want to leave.
That evening as we made our way to our final “surprise night, we noticed stretches of blocks without lights. Entire buildings black. Stop lights black. Restaurants and houses, black.
We stepped up to Coco Blue which was also swathed in darkness, realizing we were in a blackout. Our group has been amazing and so their positive response was not surprising. One of the girls said, “Oh good! We get to experience a blackout!” (These trips attract the best women.)
The restaurant had candles flickering everywhere and they cooked us croquetas and ropa vieja over gas, served with icy mojitos.
In the darkness we followed our enthusiastic salsa instructors, clapping and dancing.
Sarah shared with us that blackouts were expected in the days ahead and we all shared our sadness for this country and people we love.
Just as the bus was preparing to take us back to the hotel, the room filled with light and applause. Electricity! Some of opted to stay and enjoy the band that was there for our group waiting in the shadows hoping for light.
Tara looked at me and said, “We’re at a bar in freaking Havana. How cool is that?!” She was right. It was so cool and so was this whole, amazing trip.