There was a seat sale to Cuba for $621 all-inclusive, so I went.
I picked the resort with the nude beach. At first I took my top off to validate my presence on the beach with so many naked men. They were clearly gay or European, straight Canadian men do not stand that proud while stark naked.
Unsurprisingly, it was quite liberating not having to worry about tan lines and being twirled by the waves. Most girls have a story of resurfacing from the ocean without her top on at least once. And when I wasn’t half naked, I partook in catamaran lessons and scuba diving – all the things that make me wish I were a mermaid.
I would like to buy a small catamaran. Mine would need cupholders and I fancy that my catamaran will have to fit on the roof of the Mini Cooper.
My favorite part of the trip was realizing that I am not incompetent at Spanish, and I am in fact, actually quite good. I spent a lot of time practicing with the locals and I have got this ‘ready to conquer the world’ feeling going.
The Cuban people are very friendly; the tourists are mostly boring. I don’t think I would stay in a resort again, I prefer the gritty streets and cities instead of the pink tourists commenting on poverty and resort food quality while taking photos through the window of an air-conditioned bus.
I had only a 10 hour layover in Vancouver and now I am off to camp again. Approximately 7 more hours until I am in a snow storm with my very good friends.