Havana, Cuba
Through Old Havana
In Havana, if it means a stroll,
you might want to be picky and choosy about which streets to take. On some of
the more frequented roads, old or newer models of cars release a certain amount
of nasty exhaust. It was naturally a great discovery for me to amble along with
my walking buddies through Old Havana, automobiles restricted, and where all
the tourists go. This area has a particular appeal, and it led us to the
Malacon, the sea wall, where the ocean waves crash dramatically against it.
Indeed, the five of us got some real soakers, refreshing as they were, as the
sun began to strike.
Our meals are quite simple. Our
star for the cuisine is Chaitanya Priya, who provides us when we come here. The
delight is a meal of yucca, rice and mixed veggies – good but slightly under
spiced. We carry a stash of chaat masala for moderate sprinkling. Muchos
Gracias C.P.
The four-in-the-afternoon program
at one of the House of Cultures started off as a bit of a fiasco. We were
designated for an outdoor venue. The problem was the sun, the noise from the
nearby birthday party and more. But it was good old Covid that trained us all
to learn to adjust and adapt. We made do with the twenty-or-so yogis
that came, enjoyed a relishable the time including a circle of dance as the sun
moved beyond the horizon.
As Matanzas, Havana has proved to
us, that, after these years of not seeing devotees here due to the pandemic
predicament, many of our Cuban friends have not forgotten Krishna.
May the Source be with you!
12 km
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