We didn’t take many photos in Cuba. Trying to get a good photo of everything we saw was too much work, and we weren’t there to work. I’ll post a slideshow and point out a few photos after this brief video clip. Every time we turned on the TV at Sirenis la Salina, this little VIC-20 era animated graphic would play:
The first thing you want to do when you get to the resort is exchange your money into pesos. The currency exchange room looks like an old storage closet. I’m not joking. There’s just enough room in there for a desk, an old Windows 95 computer and two chairs.
We smoked our fair share of cigars. I’m not sure we enjoyed the burning tongue sensation, but we smoked them anyway:
I drank every alcoholic and coffee-based drink on the menu. The free booze was mainly rum and it’s the best rum I’ve ever tasted, sweet enough to drink it straight though not sickening. I indulged for the first couple days, but it doesn’t take long to tire of being buzzed all day. Here I am with my morning cappuccino:
The beach was always warm and pleasant. The first couple days of our trip, it was cool and windy, but still at least five times warmer than any day near the ocean in Newfoundland. The beach was usually crowded by 10:30am, though it didn’t feel crowded. All we did was read under our palm fonts umbrella, eat food that was delivered to us on the beach, and frolic in the ocean. The water was sometimes cool, but rarely cold. We’d stay in for an hour at a time. People would start packing up by 5:00pm, but we didn’t leave until the last moment.
The resort has a few mangy but friendly dogs and cats roaming around. The cats walked around the buffet hall eating food from the floor. The first night we got there, I went to take a table but moved to a different one when I saw a cat eating from a bowl under the table. The cats and dogs didn’t bother anyone.
This seems to be a random shot from inside the lobby. I enjoyed the open-air design of the lobby, the bars and the buffet. No walls between inside and outside. I’d think I could handle living some place where it’s so warm that walls and windows aren’t necessary.
Related posts for my trip to Cuba are filed under Varadero.