Getting to Know Me, like all about Me

If that poem didn't touch your soul, you're robot.  This is totally fine because there is nothing wrong with being a robot.  I don’t discriminate.  Heck, I have a lot of robot friends and sometimes I even feel like one too.  If you're in a denial phase, there's a great song by Marina and the Diamonds titled "I'm not a robot" that I believe you'll be able to relate to... wait you can’t. Anyways, imma talk about living in Cuba now since I'm pretty sure that's what you’re here to read about.  But before I do that, I’m going to list a couple things about myself so that we can get to know each other better.  

      1. My favorite color is blue—specifically baby blue because when I was a kid, I loved Justin Timberlake from N’SYNC and since that was his favorite color, I adopted it as mine. 

          

      2. I want to live to be 107—when I went to Ghana last summer, I met a woman who was 106.  I’m totally going to out live her.  

   3. I suck at salsa—there I said it.  Since I’m a girl (technically young woman but who’s counting years) it’s fine because salsa is a sexist dance where the man does all the leading.  

Ok.  Now that we know each other like intimate friends, I’ll provide you with some confidential secrets about the last Socialist stronghold/hidden world/leftist playground that is Cuba.  The first secret no one tells you before you arrive is that in many ways, Cuba is just like home.  People—just like people in NJ where I live or in Pittsburgh where I also live— play sports, hang out with friends, eat food (like all the time actually), stand in line for ice cream (Copellia!!!!) believe or don’t believe in God/Gods, dream about the future, listen to Adel (also a lot), like to dress their best, etc.  You know, basic human stuff that we all do from time to time.  The only differences I can really see between here and there is that here, they speak Spanish with a thick Cuban accent and also that a man by the name of Fidel Castro is here's most famous/infamous native son.  But we’ll learn more about that as time goes on! 

Haven’t convinced you yet?  Okie dokes…check out these picture and you’ll see for yourself!


I went running this morning.  And by running, I mean walking, skipping, crawling from point A to B since I'm no Olympic long distance runner. :/   Luckily for me, point B, El Malecón (the sea wall that stretches around the city of Havana) is only about a 10-15 minute walk  from the  residency I'm staying at for the next few months.  All along the Malecón, people hang out like the man in the picture is doing.  Its nice to relax there and to watch the ocean waves beat against the rock. :D

-Hasta luego roboto!