Hay una especie de síndrome que ataca siempre al viajero que pone los pies en Cuba y que éste no entenderá hasta pasado un tiempo. Se trata de un virus que, una vez inoculado, solo podrá crecer hasta devorarnos. Demasiada gente lo sufre. I also, y de manera irreparable. Y se llama nostalgia.
El viaducto La Farola es la ventana al mundo –una carretera de una belleza inigualable, pero bastante tortuosa- de Baracoa. Y es la manera más auténtica de llegar a la “ciudad primada” desde Santiago de Cuba.
Here, Higuera unlike, the people of Bolivia where Che was murdered and whose claim operates more intensity every 9 October, legend roars between the streets and in the imagination when the visitor hovers between the intricacies of the biography of a universal symbol.
The connection to the past mobster Havana is a parade of sensations that come to mind whenever one passes in front of any of the most obvious symbols of the city organization.
Havana is a cultural universe that is often unknown, although there may be a small obstacle: meet the vast programming activities. Nothing that is not exceeded with interest.
Of course every country has its flaws, but I think you need to talk with temperance, parked hatreds and prejudices stereotypes so used to those we have many articles of opinion and political.
In recent weeks I have done a couple of weekend trips. First I went to Cienfuegos and Trinidad, southward, and then Viñales, west of Havana. In all these places slept in homes, an alternative to hotels. Besides being more economical, and personal, are usually the most affordable option.