There’s a woman here named Sherry. When she is in Cuba her name is Juanita.
Her best friend, Danielle, is twenty-nine. She has four kids and seems like a poster-child for bad decisions. She’s a wild woman. She’s very pretty and with the right trainer and dentist, she’d be Hollywood pretty. I had a conversation with her yesterday when she was sober and I couldn’t help but think she’s a woman worth caring about, in spite of her “vacation behaviour”. Today she tracked me down after her pool-side salsa lesson and told me she was worried about me. That she didn’t want me to be having a bad vacation. Fuck. Joe Macdonald: Making the Caribbean less fun one country at a time.
There’s a waiter named Andres. He thinks I’m the best or really sells it that way. I’ve known a lot of liars and I don’t think he’s one of them. We talk about Cuban baseball. His beautiful girlfriend lives in Guatemala and he only sees her eight or ten times a year. They’ll eventually marry but they have to navigate geo-politics first. It’s not right.
Most middle-aged men here have bigger boobs than their wives, with much less attractive bums. And I don’t know if it’s a natural selection thing, but EVERY CUBAN WOMAN has a nice bum.
Drunk Canadian bros playing frisbee by the pool bar while trying not to spill their rum and cokes is either the most hilarious or embarrassing thing about the view from my balcony.
I’ve seen so many Leaf shirts that if I yelled, “Go Leafs!” there would be Pina Coladas spilled all over the pool deck.
There is a lightening storm taking place over the sea at the moment. Before science, no wonder weather was treated as a religious phenomenon. Watching it, I still think it should be treated with reverence and wonder.
There are an infinite number of things I don’t know but this isn’t one of them. I’m pretty sure today was the first and only time a Rustbucket (my old band) T-shirt has been worn in Varadero. A guy asked me what part of Ontario I was from and for a split second I thought he recognized the band name. Then he pointed out that on the back of the shirt was a rendering of an old Ontario licence plate. The Keep it Beautiful version.
I asked a couple of young Cuban women to say Rustbucket in their Spanish accents to see if it sounded sexy. I thought it would. They both said “Logo”.
And I bet they would have thought we sucked.