Fourteen minutes and counting
Gonna run out of time. Just watched Apollo 13 while I was packing, since I leave for the airport at 7:30a.m. Have to be at breakfast promptly at 7a.m. when they open up. The movie gave me a feeling of how great it is to get back to land after a treacherous adventure in space, but that's not the Cuba experience. I remember, at the end of my 1970 trip, feeling I was leaving home as our ship pulled out of the Havana harbor, and that we were heading back into the belly of the beast. Things are different now, and I'll probably go into them another time, on my own computer, when I have more than 11 minutes left.
Dinner tonight was at La Fermina's, a rather posh place, especially compared to the other places we''ve been at for dinner. It was a private home until 1972, when the residents left for Spain and Argentina. It became a gastronomy school at that time until 1992, when the restaurant opened, but the school continues. We ate out in the patio near the fountain, under the trees. I had brochette (skewer) with shrimp and lobster and vegetables, with a side of Moros y Cristianos and more veggies, for 20 pesos (convertible). Sangria 3pesos. Bread and butter, 50 centavos. Food was excellent, but took forever to arrive at the table, in spite of the fact that there were few other occupied tables. Found out on the way out that apparently a busload of tourists had arrived in the meantime and were sitting in the indoor room, probably slowing up the service. It even took over 20 minuts just to get the bill, and I was itching to leave in order to get back to the hotel to pack. Then it took a while to get a cab. The one that was called by phone never arrived so the doorman had to go out to the street to flag one down.
Spent the day in a workshop with Judy Myers-Avis. It was about Narrative Therapy and trauma with women victims of violence. So, I got to learn some practical stuff about Narrative Therapy as well as applications to working with some of my clients. Afterwards went to a Conversation Cafe. Said goodbye to my friend Mary Mercedes from Camaguey, who had given me a gift of a ceramic representing the water urns typical of the area. Giselda gave me a tiny pot, similar symbolism.
Dinner tonight was at La Fermina's, a rather posh place, especially compared to the other places we''ve been at for dinner. It was a private home until 1972, when the residents left for Spain and Argentina. It became a gastronomy school at that time until 1992, when the restaurant opened, but the school continues. We ate out in the patio near the fountain, under the trees. I had brochette (skewer) with shrimp and lobster and vegetables, with a side of Moros y Cristianos and more veggies, for 20 pesos (convertible). Sangria 3pesos. Bread and butter, 50 centavos. Food was excellent, but took forever to arrive at the table, in spite of the fact that there were few other occupied tables. Found out on the way out that apparently a busload of tourists had arrived in the meantime and were sitting in the indoor room, probably slowing up the service. It even took over 20 minuts just to get the bill, and I was itching to leave in order to get back to the hotel to pack. Then it took a while to get a cab. The one that was called by phone never arrived so the doorman had to go out to the street to flag one down.
Spent the day in a workshop with Judy Myers-Avis. It was about Narrative Therapy and trauma with women victims of violence. So, I got to learn some practical stuff about Narrative Therapy as well as applications to working with some of my clients. Afterwards went to a Conversation Cafe. Said goodbye to my friend Mary Mercedes from Camaguey, who had given me a gift of a ceramic representing the water urns typical of the area. Giselda gave me a tiny pot, similar symbolism.