We’re finally going to Havana, this weekend. Once there, I will have visited all the major Northern Caribbean islands except Jamaica where I have no wish to go.
Cuba, of course, is the biggest island by far. Moving just east you run into Hispaniola, which is shared by Haiti and the Dominican Republic. I’ve been in Haiti on two occasions and the Dominican Republic once.
I lived 16 months in Puerto Rico, mostly in a San Juan penthouse with a Latina lass, overlooking the sea.
And I took a seaplane to the British Virgins once to get a haircut.
Cuba will be my second authoritarian state. My visits to Haiti were in the days of the Duvaliers, father and son, Papa Doc and Baby Doc as they were known.
And this time it will be Fidel and Raul. Two more stern fellows, but I have to hand it to Raul. He seems to be seeing the light somewhat, a great thing. Though I doubt he’s doing anything against Fidel’s wishes.
But all’s well that ends well, and it looks like Cuba will — in time — end well. The government is slowly acknowledging the beauty and utility of freedom.
Now if the United States would just wise up and end the silly embargo.
See you when we return. You’ll know us by our Ché Guevara T-shirts and Havana stogies.