“We only have coffee at breakfast,” they said in Spanish. Now, I had no idea that I was surrounded by hotels and could have had coffee, fresh lobster and a massage on the beach at any hour of the day. I was thinking more like prison in the middle of nowhere. If they had coffee beans in that kitchen, I was getting some. They finally tell me that after lunch I can have coffee. . A woman comes out and says “Vamos.” We walk to her house on the premises.
We sit in her kitchen and she makes us coffee. The linoleum on the floor reminds me of my childhood.
We are on one of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen in Varadero Cuba.
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