Well, here is the story of the great trip to Varadero Cuba. Please excuse the mistakes regarding peoples names and specific events for I was not always coherent for them. This story is just an expansion of the points that I wrote down on the plane. Here it goes:
Thursday: Arrived to Windsor Airport and went to the lounge. Got onto the plane, where I found out that I didn't have to leave my seat to find the lounge. Had some drinks and put on the headphones. Arrived at the airport to find pouring rain. Got on the bus and started drinking the beer. Drank the bus dry on the way to the resort. Ended up dancing with the tour guide in the aisleway while the bus was in motion. By the way, she provoked me to do it! Checked in to the motel and settled in. Ray and I ended up at a bar called La Bamba in the adjacent Tuxpan resort and enjoyed some rum and coke. We wandered back to the room, where we fell asleep to the sounds of Cat Stevens, with the windows wide open.
Friday: Woke up at sunrise to birds perched on our window sill, and decided to catch a few more winks with the drapes closed. The view of the ocean that we experienced for the first time that morning was nothing short of heavenly. We had our first breakfast, which included and omlet with ham, cheese, and egg shells. Definitely a poor experience while hung over. We went down the beach and found a ski boat, and I went skiing on the ocean.
