Sunday, September 16, 2018

4 Days in Iceland

Iceland, July 26–29
Elf house
Summer in Iceland and the UK is so much better than summer in Texas. I packed up and left 110 degrees at the end of July and flew to Reykjavik, Iceland, where the high temperatures were predicted to be in the 50s. The boyfriend and I were going to his cousin’s wedding in England in August, so we tacked on an extra week to visit Iceland and Scotland first. Our Iceland plan included one day in Reykjavik, one day driving the Golden Circle with a night in Reykholt, one day between Vik and Reykholt, and one last day back in Reykjavik. Initially I wanted more time to see all of Iceland but in hindsight I think four days is just right. I feel guilty saying this, but I started to get bored in Iceland.

Day 1
We landed in Reykjavik at 6:30 on Thursday morning, both of us groggy and not well rested from the flight but determined to get adjusted to local time. We booked a rental car in advance, so we picked it up and drove the 45 minutes from the airport into town. (Unlike our previous trip to Cuba where we didn’t/couldn’t book much in advance, we HAD to book everything in advance for Iceland or we would have had nowhere to stay and no rental car.) Andrew had picked Braud and Co, a bakery with a cool mural in downtown, for us to have breakfast.
Braud and Co
The smell of fresh-baked bread in the crisp air was amazing and the pastries and coffee didn’t disappoint. After a quick bite and walk around a few compact downtown blocks, we jumped back in the car and drove an hour and a half to Glymur, a spot not near anything (because it’s Iceland). There were already a few cars parked at the trailhead but nothing crazy. We started on a beautiful hike, an hour out and an hour back with nice climbs, to see a stunning waterfall. We had to cross a river about 30 minutes into the hike, and the first half of it had nothing but a wire to hold onto.
Andrew
We just walked ankle/calf-deep into the rapids and carefully picked our way across slippery rocks until we got to the slippery log to finish the crossing. Exhilarating but freezing. By the time we got back to the river on our return, there were many more people on the trail and the crossing had a wait time.
Glymfur falls


We drove back into Reykjavik, stopped at a grocery store for some essentials (including skyr, the famous Icelandic yogurt that was going to be our breakfast tomorrow), and found our Airbnb just in time for check-in. We had a cute little studio in the back of someone’s main house. It was quiet and private with a little table outside in the yard. We cleaned up, took a tiny nap, and then got up for a cocktail at home before heading into downtown Reykjavik (we bought booze at the airport duty free based on a recommendation from a blog). We wandered the quiet, cute streets lined with simple, painted houses with nice gardens in the front. Reykjavik is a small city and it only took about ten minutes to get to the city center. Andrew had researched in advance and found a dive bar he wanted to check out, Micro Bar.
We stopped by for a beer flight and then kept walking to the restaurant I researched in advance, Grillmarkadurinn. We had to circle the block because we missed it the first time. It was tucked back behind the main row of shops and restaurants in a little courtyard. We didn’t have a reservation but they were able to seat us at the bar. The food was amazing (I had a trio of fish and Andrew had a single fish dish and we shared a side of roasted veggies), and I’d highly recommend anyone wanting a splurge dinner to go there.
My dinner
It was $180 for the two of us, with drinks, which is crazy by my normal standards but is pretty standard for a nice dinner in Reykjavik. You’ve heard it before, but I have to write it: everything in Iceland is expensive.

Clean plates at Grillmarkadurinn
We stopped at a cute café on the walk back for a nightcap but made it home and in bed at a decent hour. Our long day on a non-restful night meant we both knocked out pretty fast. It was still light outside (it’s light almost all night in the summer) but that didn’t keep us up. Unfortunately, the time change caught up to us both at 4:30 am and we were tossing and turning the rest of the morning.


Day 2
Pingvellir
We were up at 8:30 that morning and had our skyr for breakfast in the studio before hitting the road. (Our Airbnb host actually stocked the mini-fridge with skyr for us, but we decided to eat the ones we bought at the store.) We stopped at a gas station for surprisingly delicious coffee (with flavored syrups to choose from) and slowly made our way through the Golden Circle that day. The circle includes three stops at the most iconic Iceland tourist sights: Pingvellir, Geysir, and Gullfoss. Pingvellir is the site of Iceland’s first parliament (Alpingi, which first met in 930 AD) and where two tectonic plates meet (North American and Eurasian). Walking through the valley, we were literally crossing between the two plates. It’s also the site of the most expensive gift shop along the circle, where I made the mistake of shopping. Wait until you get to Gullfoss, where the exact same items are half the cost.

Geysir
Gullfoss
Next up was Geysir, an area of many hot springs and geysers. Geysir itself is one of the many geysers and the namesake of all other geysers, but it’s not active anymore. There’s another one in the area that goes off every 10 minutes, so we saw it and walked around the rest of the area before heading to Gullfoss, a giant, awesome waterfall. Pro tip: Don’t try to park in the lot down the hill (where the signs tell you to turn right), but instead stay on the main road to find a much larger parking lot (with the less expensive gift shop). After walking as close to the falls as we could get and me bugging Andrew to take a million photos because I forgot my phone in the car, we headed out. We were pretty close to our Airbnb but it was too early to check in, so we stopped at a café called Vid Faxa on the way. It was tucked away from the main tourist route so we were the only people there, but it had its own lovely waterfall. Andrew got a beer, I got a glass of wine, and we enjoyed the view and amazing weather without the hordes of tourists. A bride and groom drove up and started having wedding photos taken in front of the falls. Very picturesque.
Vid Faxa

After killing enough time in paradise, we headed to our Airbnb for the night, an actual B&B in the little town of Reykholt. We went in the White House Inn and saw our key waiting for us on the front table. The hotel owners were our running errands, so we went up to our room. We somehow scored the best room in the place, with its own huge bathroom across the hall and a private balcony off the bedroom.
White House
The inn had a patio downstairs with some lounge chairs, so Andrew and I decided to open a bottle of airport wine and read our books for a couple hours (one of my favorite vacation activities). It was sunny and warm, perfectly relaxing. When the owners showed up (a married couple with two kids), they chastised us and another couple staying there for parking so terribly and then offered a ton of suggestions for us. They said the weather was the best they’d had all summer, so we had to go out and do something. No staying in allowed. Unfortunately, doing pretty much anything in Iceland means driving, and Andrew and I had made our way through a significant amount of that wine, so we settled for walking through the little town to a recommended spot for dinner, Mika’s. It was a beautiful walk through rolling green hills and past greenhouses growing all sorts of summer veggies. The myth is that food in Iceland is so expensive because they have to import everything, but I don’t think that’s actually true. I read that most meat and fish is local, and they harness their ample geothermal energy sources to heat greenhouses and grown produce year-round.
Elf house

We made it the restaurant and saw people eating at tables in the backyard. I wanted to be there, but alas, no reservations again so we sat inside. My seafood pasta was generous but it couldn’t compete with Grillmarkadurinn. After a leisurely meal we slowly walked back to the Inn. I dragged Andrew off course so I could talk to some horses grazing in a field. Our plan was to go back on the patio and keep reading, chatting, and drinking when we got back, but the host family was having a cookout with friends and Andrew wasn’t comfortable crashing their party. It was still pretty early, though, and there wasn’t anything else to do. Looking back, this is when my Iceland boredom started to set in. It was still light outside and I wanted to do something…but we couldn’t drive anywhere and there was nothing to walk to. Andrew finally convinced me to read in bed and get a good night’s sleep.

Day 3
Skogafoss
The White House provided a full breakfast in the morning, and we were the first guests downstairs. There was coffee and tea, eggs, meat, cheese, pastries, toast, and skyr. We settled into our feast and the other guests trickled in. There was a Finnish couple, a Japanese and French couple, a Spanish couple, and two Austrian friends. We swapped Iceland stories and photos and listened to the Spanish couple describe spending ten days driving around the whole island, my original hope for our trip. They weren’t really selling it…. It sounded like more of the boredom I started experiencing the previous night. After breakfast we said goodbye to our fellow travelers and lovely hostess and headed to Skogafoss, a waterfall about an hour and a half away.

It started raining but we weren’t deterred. Neither were the droves of other tourists at Skogafoss. The waterfall was towering and impressive. There were hundreds of stairs on the side of the falls, so we got in line and climbed to the top to see the amazing view down the falls. 
Top of Skogafoss
There’s a 14-mile hiking trail leading away at the top of the falls, and this was supposed to be our big hike of the trip. We were going to go as far as we felt (the plan was about three hours out before turning around) and see dozens of other waterfalls along the trail, but unfortunately the rain ruined that. The trail is a grooved dirt path running up and down through the hills and the rain had turned it into a mudslide. We gave it our best shot, going almost an hour out, but when I had to butt-slide down a steep muddy hill, we decided it was time to turn back. I only fell once and butt-slid one more time and there were no injuries, so I’m calling it a success. And despite the rain, it was a gorgeous hike. The hills were an unbelievably vibrant green and we passed grazing sheep. The dark sky against the bright grass and the many waterfalls was dramatic and beautiful.

We made it to the shelter of the rental car and muddied it up with our shoes (and my butt). The rain was coming down hard but we stopped at the fish-and-chips food truck in the parking lot for lunch anyway. It’s a legend on the Iceland travel blogs so we wanted to check it out. I was happy that they offered flavored sea salts to put on the fish and chips (lava salt is the best) and we were cozy in the car scarfing down the food.

Black sand
Then we drove on to Vik, famous for its black-sand beach. It was still pouring when we got to town so we stopped for coffee and a little wool shopping (I found the cheapest item in the store, a hat on clearance for $40) in hopes that the rain would let up so we could go to the beach. But after an hour we had to admit defeat and drove to the beach in the rain. We walked along the black sand for a minute, took a couple rainy photos, and hopped back in the car. Andrew tried to find a geo-cache at a local church but the rain wasn’t helping with that either, so we finally called it quits on Vik and drove to our Airbnb about 45 minutes outside of town. This one was a big letdown. We waited too long to book (about 2 or 3 months before the trip) so there was nothing left in Vik and our place was the best we could find. It was a small hostel and we had a small room and shared a small bathroom with about 6 other people. Someone had showered recently and flooded the bathroom floor with water. It was just gross (and almost $200/night because it’s Iceland). This is when my real Iceland boredom set in. It kept raining all evening but we drove 15 minutes to the nearest restaurant, Grimsla Fjosio, which is part of a family-run cattle ranch. I got delicious mushroom soup with bread and butter and experienced the one good deal Iceland is known for: unlimited soup! It really is the most economical meal, if you’re trying to not spend all your savings. I got a second bowl and some more bread and butter and enjoyed the cozy warmth of the farmhouse restaurant while it kept pouring outside. But then…there was nothing else to do. We were literally at the only public place within 30 minutes of our hostel. I lobbied for driving back to Vik and checking out some tourist spots in town, but Andrew was sick of driving all over in the rain. Out of ideas, I agreed to go back to our gross little room and be bored for the rest of night.





Hallgrimskirkja
Reykjavik
The next morning, we woke up to no power in the hostel, which meant no hot water or coffee and so we packed up and bid good riddance to the place. The rain subsided to a drizzle as we drove back to Reykjavik for our last day in Iceland and I was looking forward to people and shops and things to do. The drive was a couple hours and we tried to stop at what looked like a big park on the way back for a walk, but it wasn’t really a thing, so we gave up and drove into Reykjavik. We parked near Hallgrimskirkja, the iconic church that looks very Scientology-esque to me, and walked in and around it for a bit before hitting up a coffee shop for much-needed caffeine. We spent the next few hours walking along the sea wall (which was much less picturesque than I expected, with industrial parks along it) and up and down the main shopping streets before having lunch at a place called Bastard’s. And then it was time for the Blue Lagoon!

Blue Lagoon
The Blue Lagoon is definitely a tourist trap, but it’s worth it. We reserved tickets online in advance and lined up at our allotted time with about a hundred other people and were efficiently shuffled through the process. We were given a towel and bracelet with a chip in it that allowed us to charge drinks at the bar or facials. Then Andrew and I split up to go through our separate changing rooms. They make you shower naked, then put on your bathing suit, and then shower again. They offer conditioner to put in your hair to protect it from the water, but I’d recommend keeping your head above water. Even with the conditioner, my hair was straw for the next week.

After the ritual baths, I emerged to a little lobby to find Andrew waiting. We headed outside and saw the lagoon. It was beautiful! Even with tourists everywhere the eye could see. The water was a milky blue and steam was rising off the surface. We waded into the warm water and headed right for the facial bar. Our entry tickets included the cost of a silica mask and one drink, so we slathered our faces with white gunk and then happily bobbed over to the booze bar to collect prosecco and beer. Then we bobbed out to the back side of the lagoon where we scored a sweet spot with room to sit away from other people. Even with the crowds, it was easy to find some space and quiet. We let the mask work its magic for the allotted ten minutes and then dunked under water to wash it off, emerging with shiny, happy faces. We hung out in the lagoon for about an hour and then I ran back to the locker room for my phone to take a few terrible photos, and then we drove back into town.

We checked back in to the same studio we stayed in our first night and I tried and failed to revive my hair with a week’s worth of condition before going to dinner at Snap’s, a French bistro about 30 minutes away by foot. It was a nice walk (the rain had cleared up) and dinner was lovely, but still didn’t compare to Grillmarkadurinn (seriously, eat there if you go). 
Micro Bar
After dinner we were out of sightseeing ideas again, but this time we had bars to go to. Hooray! We went back to Micro Bar because we decided it was our local and met a very friendly bartender. He kept taking breaks to hang out with us, and then one of his friends showed up and joined our table. I was being really superficial but couldn’t help loving that our new friend looked like a Viking with a giant red/blond beard and long, flowing hair. Plus his brother was a member of parliament. We had a great time learning about life in Iceland from locals and had to drag ourselves home after midnight (it was still light out). It was tough to leave, but we had an early flight to Glasgow in the morning.

Iceland Tips
  • Book everything well in advance. Some of the Airbnbs we wanted were taken by the time we got around to booking. At the airport someone was trying to get a rental car onsite, but there were none available. Plan ahead to make sure you stay where you want and have what you need lined up when you get there.
  • Buy wine or liquor at duty free on the flight in. Everything in Iceland is so expensive, and we were happy to have read this tip in advance. We bought a couple bottles of wine and were able to have “cocktail hour” at our Airbnbs before going out for dinners.
  • Don’t bother getting cash. Everyone takes credit cards, but you need a PIN at gas stations. All of my credit cards told me I didn’t need to worry about setting up a PIN for European travel, which meant I couldn’t pay for gas with them. Luckily, I had my debit card with a PIN, so we used that for gas each time.
  • Stay at the White House Inn if you're near Reykholt.
  • Eat at Grillmarkadurinn and Braud & Co. Drink at Mirco Bar.
  • Bring a deck of cards or small travel game so you have something to do when your boyfriend won’t chauffeur you around in the rain.




Thursday, March 1, 2018

Vinales (Cuba, Part 2)


Breakfast in Vinales
On Sunday Andrew, Michele, and I took a cab (prearranged by Yomani) from Havana to Vinales, and it turned out to be my favorite day in Cuba. And not just because it perfectly aligned with my birthday. Our driver, Bruno, was really nice and chatted with Michele on the ride out (about 1.5 to 2 hours) while Andrew and I napped in the back. We asked Bruno for a casa hookup, and he drove us right to a nice house in town with two rooms. Based on the ride in, Vinales looked pretty small and was nestled quaintly in rolling green hills. There were two parallel main streets with shops and restaurants, and side streets between them filled with vendors’ stalls. Our casa was a couple blocks off the main streets.

Vinales SUV
We left our bags in our casa and went out to a late breakfast. We told Bruno and Amaury (our casa owner) that we wanted to do a horseback tour of the valley, and they told us to be at the casa by 12. When we returned after breakfast we found a very enthusiastic lady on a scooter waiting to lead us to the stables. We walked through town and headed east toward the countryside for about 30 minutes, and the whole time she kept scooting ahead and then waiting for us to catch up, chatting with locals whenever she stopped. It was silly but it got the job done.

To the horses
Horseback riding
We made it to the stables and met our tour guide for the day, Yovani. He set us up on our horses and then we hit the trail. Our first stop was a coffee plantation that was basically an excuse to drink rum. Yovani parked our horses and a lady named Rosana came up to greet us. She took us to look at the coffee plants for a minute and then walked us to a patio to sample rum (not coffee). She gave us a few different kinds of rum and honey to try, then upsold us on a cocktail each. It wasn’t a hard sell. 

Bar pretending to be a coffee plantation
After our cocktails we hopped back on our horses and headed to the next stop, a shed on a cigar farm with Dixon, looking as iconically Cuban as I could imagine. He explained that we were at his grandfather’s farm, which is still run by his family, and that he grew up rolling cigars. He laid out tobacco leaves and explained the process of soaking leaves before rolling, and letting the cigars sit for a specific time after rolling to mature. He gave us cigars to try and then sold me and Andrew a few to take with us. He also explained how the business works: the government gets 90% of their cigars at a non-negotiable price, and the farmers keep 10% for their own use and sale to tourists like us.

Dixon rolling us a cigar
 After we said goodbye to Dixon, Yovani helped us back on our horses and we rode a short distance to a cave. I thought it was just going to be a photo op, but after we clambered around for a few minutes and started to head out, Yovani led us to a hidden crevice in the back of the cave and walked in. We were going spelunking! Okay, not really spelunking, but we did get to crawl through claustrophobic, winding passages deep in the rock. He made sure Andrew turned on his phone’s flashlight before we started and I’m so grateful. It was pitch black and I hit my head once, but it would have been so much worse without the flashlight. We crawled through the tunnel for about 20 minutes, and just before I started to get panicky about the tightening cave walls, I saw sunlight gleaming from ahead. We came out of the tunnel on the other end to find a little stand with a family waiting to collect $2 from each person who came out. We walked back to our horses and headed off to the stop. 

Into the tunnel
Cave
























Farm
Between each stop we were riding through beautiful, lush woods and picturesque farmland. There were no cars but we passed other people on horseback on occasion. Our horses started climbing up a steep hill and when we reached the top we were treated to stunning views of the entire valley and a little bar. Of course we had to stop and have a Bucanero with Yovani and watch the bar chickens chase the bar kitty. Sadly that was our last stop on the tour, so we headed back to the stables. It was about 30 minutes and we took in the countryside views on the way. 


Valley view

Lookout bar

Traffic jam















After walking back to town we were ready to eat. The tour took about 4 hours, with about an hour of walking, so we didn’t feel too lame looking for dinner at 5. We picked a restaurant pretty much at random and were the only people eating on the sidewalk. After dinner we stopped at another restaurant for coffee because we a big night of dancing planned and needed a boost. Vinales is known for a nightly salsa party in the town square, but it didn’t start until 9 or 10 so we had lots of time to kill. 


I have permission to post this 
When posted up at a bar on the town square and patiently waited until we saw people start filing into an open-air dance floor surrounded by colonnades with a bar and tables. It’s a few cents for locals and a few bucks for tourists, so there was a nice mix of people. We started by watching people who can actually salsa, and after a beer had the nerve to try it ourselves. We ran into Yovani and his friend Octavio and invited them to our table for bottles of rum and coke. It didn’t take me long to pretend it was a giant birthday party for me, and Michele got in on the game. Poor Andrew had the job of herding us back through the streets at the end of the night and making sure we got to our casa, but he couldn’t stop me from befriending a street dog who followed us home.



Salsa before the crowds hit

We only had one day and night in Vinales, but it was definitely my favorite stop on the trip. If you visit Cuba, I can't recommend Vinales enough. The setting, the horseback tour, and the dancing combined to make it the highlight, and one of my favorite birthdays too!



Sunday, January 28, 2018

Cuba, Part 1


More than anywhere else I’ve traveled, Cuba was a trip of people. I’ve met wonderful people everywhere I’ve been, but in Cuba it felt different. People seemed much more like old friends that you were catching up with than anywhere else I’ve been. Leyanis, Yomani, Pablo, Bruno, Yovani, Higley, Darnel, Yedi. I can recall their names a month later, which might not sound that impressive, but I’m terrible with names. Especially when it comes to people who drove me somewhere or let me into a place I was staying for the night. Casas particulares and the local economy are alive and well in Cuba, and that means one person you meet introduces you to another person, and that person introduces you to another, and on and on. It was new for me but amazing.

I know a lot of U.S. folks are hesitant to travel to Cuba now, given recent policy changes and rhetoric from the current administration, but my travel partners and I didn’t have any problems. We did buy flight insurance, just in case our December 2017 trip suddenly became illegal and we had to cancel everything, but luckily the precaution was unwarranted. We also had to buy travel visas in advance ($70–85) and travel under one of 12 approved reasons (ours was “support for the Cuban people”), but other than those restrictions, there were no extra hassles. (I keep reading that one of Trump's new rules requires U.S. travelers to Cuba to use an approved tour operator, but we did not have any trouble traveling on our own. It might be that we booked our flights before he made that statement, or it might be that it hasn't been codified. Either way, I'd suggest looking into when planning a trip.)

Support for the Cuban people meant we stayed at casas (renting a room from a local resident), ate and shopped locally, took cabs with non-government drivers, and avoided government-run establishments. Michele printed the banned-businesses list from the U.S. State Department and we just steered clear of those places. Helping the Cuban people also meant engaging in cultural activities most of the trip, a caveat that is set up to keep people from going on resort-style, all-inclusive trips. Totally fine with us because that’s not what we wanted anyway.

Coming back through U.S. customs, the only questions my agent asked me were about how many cigars and how much rum I was bringing in (current limit is $100 per person for both rum and cigars). Andrew was asked a little more about how he helped the Cuban people, but his answer including casas, local bars and restaurants, and cultural activities easily satisfied the agent. We can be audited by the government for five years, so Andrew was awesome about photographing all of our receipts and keeping a journal of our activities, just in case.

The one thing I wished I did differently was learning more Spanish before the trip. Mine is pretty bad, sufficient enough to get us food, housing, and rides around the country, but not much more. And people were so interested in discussing Cuban versus U.S. culture with us, I really wish I had been able to have more meaningful conversations.

Thursday, 11/30
In our casa, looking to the living/dining area from the bedroom
Andrew and I flew into Havana via Miami and Michele was waiting for us at the airport. She arrived about an hour before us, direct from LA. We took a cab to our pre-booked casa (via AirBnb) in Habana Vieja and were greeted by Yomani and Leyanis. We were in one of the countless tiny, winding streets that run through old town, in an apartment up an old marble stairway. We had a living/dining room with a balcony overlooking the street, and Andrew and I had a bedroom and bathroom upstairs. Michele had a separate bedroom and bathroom down the hall, and behind our apartment was a block of apartments overlooking a little courtyard. Yomani and Leyanis lived in a unit back there.

First dinner
We dropped off our bags, arranged breakfast in the morning with Yomani, and set up a walking tour of Habana Vieja for the next morning with one of their neighbors just a few doors down the street. Yomani explained the weird pully system set up to open the door on the street level (he was in the middle of painting it so we couldn’t touch it), and then Michele, Andrew, and I headed out to find dinner. After some embarrassing mishaps involving said painted door, a neighbor who was standing in his doorway came over to show us what we were doing wrong, and we were off. We encountered lots of people chilling in their doorways, but in a friendly way. Cuba is an extremely safe country by pretty much any travel standard.


Floridita
I highly recommend staying in old Havana. We were able to walk everywhere from our apartment, and that night we wandered a little, checking out a few different restaurants before picking one with tables set up on a little cobblestone street and a resident cat. We had dinner and a mojito and then wandered down to Floridita, a tourist-trap bar that Hemingway famously frequented. It was exactly what I expected (overpriced and packed) but we had to do it. One daiquiri
Las Ruinas
Nightcap
and a few pictures with the Hemingway statue at the bar later, we were ready enough to leave that we walked into a downpour in search of somewhere with a little more local character. We struck gold at Las Ruinas a few blocks away. It was entirely outdoors with a couple different covered patio areas, a small bar in the back, and two bar cats of its own. After a couple drinks there, the rain had calmed down and it was getting late, so we decided to meander back to our apartment. The plan was to stop for another nightcap along the way if we found anything good, but the streets we took were deserted. We made it back to our street without seeing any other bars or restaurants still open, but when we hit our corner there was a super cute place still open, again with tables set up on a cobblestone alley. Michele got a crazy drink, I got a tiny drink, and Andrew discovered the better of the two Cuban beers available (Bucanero beats Presidente all day, every day). Then it was time to head home for our first sleep in Havana.



Friday, 12/1
Walking tour
We woke up the next morning for our 8:30 breakfast (Yomani looked scandalized the night before when we suggested breakfast at 8; I didn’t realize how early that is in Cuba), and Yomani came in with eggs, ham, bread, fruit, coffee, and juice. There was too much food for us to eat, and it was really good for $5. After we ate, Yomani walked us down the street to Pablo’s house, who was going to be our tour guide for the day.


Happy Andrew
Street food with Pablo
Marti's house
Our walking tour was supposed to be two hours but it turned to five and a half. Pablo was amazing. He’s an artist, married to another artist/professor, and they have two adult sons. He grew up in the neighborhood we were staying in (Santa Angel) and loves his home. It was great to be led around by a local who was so passionate about the area. He took us to four squares, pointed out the best spots for food and shopping, and had us stop in one of the squares at a local brewery for a tower of beer. Then he took us out of old Havana to Centro Havana for some street food and to see Jose Marti’s house (Marti is the national hero; an intellectual who was the soul of the revolution but got crap for not fighting in the rebellion. He came home to fight and immediately died in his first battle. He’s beloved and statues of him are everywhere). Then Pablo took us to a giant market full of kitschy souvenirs, and I got my obligatory shopping done. We walked back along the Malecon (the seawall) until we hit our street again. It was exhausting and honestly I was getting a little cranky because I didn’t know how long the tour was going to last, but it was so worthwhile. We learned so much about Cuban history in general and our little pocket of Havana in particular. But I was still happy to get back to our apartment and wash my feet (we got stuck in another downpour during the tour).
 
We didn’t rest for long, though. Andrew had made a date with Pablo and his friend Jimmy to smoke cigars and drink rum and coffee (apparently girls weren’t allowed), so Michele and I had drinks at Farmacia (the same bar we ended at the night before) while Andrew disappeared for a few hours. When he finally reemerged (adorably rum buzzed), we walked up to what we called the “blue place” for dinner. It was a Pablo recommendation, and much livelier than our dinner spot the first night.

Fabrica de arte
After dinner, we grabbed a cab and headed outside old Havana to Fabrica de Arte, an art gallery/exhibition space/bar/super cool cultural spot. It has multiple levels with gallery displays all around, a dance club, an outdoor space with a few sculptures, and a big open space where a local ballet company was having a public practice session. I really wanted to see the ballet in Havana, but there were no shows during our trip so it was a lovely treat to get to see dancers in such an intimate space.

At one point we were looking at some fantastic portraits when someone came up and told us the artist was actually there that night, doing a shoot for his next project. He was taking photos of people onsite, and we were invited to pose for him. What?!?! (Okay, everyone there was welcome to pose for him, but still). We went upstairs; filled out a form; and waited our turns to stand on a X, point at our chests, and look serious. I’m sure none of us will make the final project, but a girl can dream.

Saturday, 12/2
Revolutionary museum
Sunset from our casa
On Saturday we had breakfast at our casa again before heading a few blocks away to the Cuban Revolutionary Museum. It was a fascinating couple of hours spent walking through the old Batista palace turned museum of the revolution. Then we had lunch in old town before snagging a classic car tour of Havana. We drove through old Havana, through Centro Havana and Chinatown to Vedado, to the Plaza de la Revolucion, and over to John Lennon park. We drove along the Malecon to get back to Habana Vieja and the end of our car tour. We went back to our apartment and got ready for a fancy dinner at Habana 61 for my (early) birthday. Afterward we mixed rum and fresh pineapple juice leftover from breakfast in water bottles and walked down the Malecon. Tons of people were walking along the water and hanging out in groups, and we picked a spot right on the water to relax. We met a lovely guy who was very chatty about Cuban culture (I was trying so hard to be translator for Mish and Andrew but did a terrible job) but he got a little too pushy about us going to a club. We eventually begged off to hit up a rooftop bar near our place with live music.




Stay tuned for part 2, where we travel to Vinales to ride horses and salsa the night away!
Preview of things to come