Migratory Mumblings

A portly Cuban gentleman who looked as though the rations had no impact was sashaying over to my friend and I. His annoyed wife, and impatient child lagged behind him. She had the look of understanding, her husband was working his hustle yet again on unsuspecting tourists. He began to mention he played with the Bueno Vista Social Club. The famous name rung excitedly in my ears. They were one of my absolute favorites. We anxiously agreed to follow him, not really knowing where we were headed. The possibility of being ripped off floated around in my mind, but wanting some adventure, we sauntered cautiously into a dilapidated bar that has probably never seen good days or good people. Photos of Che, Fidel, and Hemingway were sloppily wheat pasted onto the wall like graffiti on a telephone pole. I had a feeling that when a whistle was blown, "Turista!" that these well-worn photos were slapped up in a pinch for our sake. I snuck a quick glance to see if there were any ha...

you didn't land here because of suggestions on Air bnbs, flight purchase tips, travel credit cards, or sightseeing tours. It's probably because you're bored at work, on the toilet, in line, and you require a short read... you're here. for a few minutes maybe. or, you want to indulge vicariously in adventures, mishaps, and experiences through me that could enable you to book that trip, then yes... you should read this blog. But...you could've landed here by accident. Can't fault you there. But here you are. Alive and reading this. Thanks.