I spent the morning like most at the Nacional down at the breakfast room. I should spend some time talking about the absolutely amazing breakfast that comes with the room. The buffer breakfast has at least 6 different chefs preparing eggs, crepes, pancakes, plus assortment of rolls, break, cakes, along with a multitude of hot and cold items, cereal, yogurt ---I mean EVERYTHING. Oh yea, and great Cuban coffee.
I blog a little, talk to people, relax and go back to the room because I have an 11am meet with a convertible vintage car guy. However, he is nowhere to be found. I try him on his phone and it is not taking messages. I wait until 11:30 thinking about how else to take the day. I came out of the hotel and saw in the parking lot this vintage roadster. I made my way over to ask about the car and to be honest it is neither a car I had ever seen or heard of before. Miguel, yes another one whose car it is wrote down the name of the car a 1951 Henry J.
I hire Miguel for a two our jaunt through Havana. Miguel is a tour guide as well and speaks excellent English. We visit the Miramar area of Havana known for the wealthiest homes and numerous embassies. He shows me one of the house of Fidel Castro. This area is a lot like Beverly Hills. By that I mean, the wealthy do not like to look upon the poor so high scrubs, bushes, hedges, you get the idea. We search for the home of the former Sugar Baron Julio Lobo. The man made and lost fortunes and finally the revolution took everything away from him. I just finished a book about him aptly called the Sugar Baron of Havana.
We stop by this park with old weird looking trees and branches that seem to walk. Miguel said those are called walking tress because of the branches. We past some of the ugliest architecture on the planet which of course under the Soviet School of let's turn all buildings out to loo like shit so we can say we are for the proletarian. One building, the first ever built by the Soviets has 17 stories and NO elevator. I start to get hungry and ask Miguel about good Cuban food place. He takes me to Dona Camela one of the newer restaurants that are allowed to be open in private homes. the delightful place is mostly devoid of people. We enter a home on the ground level and proceed through an archway that opens up in a large outdoor garden with an enormous grill in the corner of the outdoor space. This just feels nice and that was before the two attractive girls begin to wait on us.
We both order some snapper, grilled with some veggies and rice and beans on the side.
I blog a little, talk to people, relax and go back to the room because I have an 11am meet with a convertible vintage car guy. However, he is nowhere to be found. I try him on his phone and it is not taking messages. I wait until 11:30 thinking about how else to take the day. I came out of the hotel and saw in the parking lot this vintage roadster. I made my way over to ask about the car and to be honest it is neither a car I had ever seen or heard of before. Miguel, yes another one whose car it is wrote down the name of the car a 1951 Henry J.
I hire Miguel for a two our jaunt through Havana. Miguel is a tour guide as well and speaks excellent English. We visit the Miramar area of Havana known for the wealthiest homes and numerous embassies. He shows me one of the house of Fidel Castro. This area is a lot like Beverly Hills. By that I mean, the wealthy do not like to look upon the poor so high scrubs, bushes, hedges, you get the idea. We search for the home of the former Sugar Baron Julio Lobo. The man made and lost fortunes and finally the revolution took everything away from him. I just finished a book about him aptly called the Sugar Baron of Havana.
We stop by this park with old weird looking trees and branches that seem to walk. Miguel said those are called walking tress because of the branches. We past some of the ugliest architecture on the planet which of course under the Soviet School of let's turn all buildings out to loo like shit so we can say we are for the proletarian. One building, the first ever built by the Soviets has 17 stories and NO elevator. I start to get hungry and ask Miguel about good Cuban food place. He takes me to Dona Camela one of the newer restaurants that are allowed to be open in private homes. the delightful place is mostly devoid of people. We enter a home on the ground level and proceed through an archway that opens up in a large outdoor garden with an enormous grill in the corner of the outdoor space. This just feels nice and that was before the two attractive girls begin to wait on us.
We both order some snapper, grilled with some veggies and rice and beans on the side.
Viva La Cuba
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