Then we hit one of the highlights: a lesson in cigar rolling and a chance to sit in a cool courtyard, listen to a wonderful band (yes, I bought the CD) and enjoy what the Cubans call “the grand marriage,” which is a cup of Cuban coffee, a shot of Cuban rum, and a good Cuban cigar. We were all served coffee, rum, and a cigar (a Cuban Romeo and Juliet, which is a mild cigar) and given a lesson in how to light and smoke a cigar. I don’t smoke, but I definitely enjoyed smelling the wonderful aroma! Great fun.
We visited a ballet school and watched a short demonstration and then went to a cemetery which was really interesting. 138 acres large, it has the most wonderful collection of sculptural tombstones. You could probably wander through there for hours and be engrossed.
Dinner was at a paladar named Café Laurent and was
fabulous. What’s a paladar, you
ask? Well, in Cuba the government owns
and runs most everything, and hires most of the population. Relatively recently, in the last few years,
the government has allowed a few private businesses to start up. One of those are paladars, which are privately
owned and run restaurants, operated in the owner’s house or apartment. So we walked into an apartment building and
rode up in a little, tiny, somewhat rickety elevator to the 5th
floor, and walked out into an apartment that looked like a European restaurant. I highly recommend this place.
After dinner, my sister and I went clubbing again, this time
to the original, world renown Tropicana.
First of all, we had to take a cab because it is aboua 20
minute drive from the hotel and we decided to go in style. So we rode to the Tropicana in a ’56 Buick
convertible, red and white exterior with tuck and roll upholstery. We also arranged for the driver to pick us up
after the show -- driving through Havana at 1:00 AM in the balmy night air was
sheer heaven.
Now, for the show.
The Tropicana is an outdoor venue, although it is covered with
overhanging trees. Tickets are very
expensive (the $95 price is about equal to 3-month’s wages for the average
worker) but the show was more than worth it.
Again, it was a revue of all the dance styles in Cuba and the Cuban
dance roots. The show is 2 hours,
non-stop, and I would describe it as a Cuban version of a big Las Vegas show –
lots of scantily clad dancing girls with big headdresses and thongs (one number
even had the girls wearing big chandeliers!), macho men with bare chests and
Cuban-sleeved shirts, about 40 dancers in all, 10 singers, and 15
musicians. The costumes are very elaborate
and high quality, the dancing is top notch, and the singing and music were
fab. And the $95 ticket includes a
little plate of munchies and a small bottle of Havana Club rum. All in all, it really was a great night. And of course, they were selling CDs in the
lobby and, you guessed it, I bought some CDs.
By the time we got back to the hotel and fell into bed, we were both
exhausted but felt like at least we were trying our best to squeeze in as much
of Cuba as possible.
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