Melia Hotel staff do not know how to make coffee – weak,
weak. Overwhelmingly, the guests here are
from Spanish speaking countries (Spain, Argentina, Chili, Costa Rica) and I
recall Spaniards like hot chocolate for breakfast. What is served is similar to
the coffee at church – no body, dishwater.
We have a strategy now for our morning fix. We begin the morning at the 24-hour cafe,
where we order espressos. This is the
only place that has the espresso maker and the only way to get a good cup of
java.
Tomorrow, we leave for Havana and on Monday fly back home.
We will remember the humidity, the vast sandy beaches, palm trees, never feeling chilly
and resort-style living. And amazing,
humid, thunderous, poor and rich Havana.
I look forward to hugging Nell, facecloths, teaspoons, and not wondering
where we put the sunscreen or our key. And, having unlimited access to
Internet, to which it is evident, I have an addiction.
Tonight, we had 2 Margueritas on the terrace. I have not done this- have two highballs - in
decades. I declined the wine at dinner
and restored equilibrium over the meal.
Over and Out.
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