All Inclusive

Nothing much has happened today (except beach combing, swimming, eating and drinking), so I will talk about the “all-inclusive” experience.  It takes some getting used-to.  Feel like a mid-morning coffee? Wander over to one of the drink counters that dot the resort.  Feel like you could use a Gin Fizz to beat the heat before lunch?  Stop at any bar, on the way to the pool.  Dying for a pizza in the wee hours of the morning?  There’s a 24-hour cafe to satisfy your craving for a midnight snack.  All free...or, at least, paid for at a previous time.  It is all so decadent, especially after the poverty of Havana. Doug is tipping studiously, even though only a small part is kept by the server.  The rest goes to the state.

As I stroll past the many mirrors in this place and catch a glimpse of myself, I feel like an old character.  Wide-brimmed hat, walking pole (let’s not call it a cane!), camera dangling from my neck and daiquiri in hand.  Who thought it would come to this!!

The weather is warm and blue skies are blooming.  The surf is so high that “Danger” flags fly at the beach, so we have only played in the waves near the tideline.