why do dogs always find me and want to be my pal? |
arrived just in time to sit on the back porch and drink beer in the rocking chairs and wait for this 20 min shower to pass |
tried for so long to get a lighting strike on camera, jen finally got one. |
as you know baseball is huge in Cuba |
saw a tiny statue elsewhere and it was José Marti (Cuban national hero poet turned independence getter from Spain) so guessing this is him as well? |
lots of buzzards in Cuba, even in Havana. Hawks too, we even saw a hawk in a personal cage on the street. |
everyone here loves Che for realz. They love Fidel too. Raul not so much |
birthday cake holdin' |
this little dude was straight up laying in the street too. Huge trucks would rumble by but sleepy little dude was unflappable. |
most dogs seem like no one's dogs in Cuba. I've seen a few that have owners. |
Osiris's ride. |
bench on top of roof |
The Germans and Jen before dinner time. Jen did not want to talk to them at all so we didn't |
our cowboy guide the next day made a joke about this being marijuana but it's not, i think it was like sweet potatoes |
wasn't able to get a good capture but there were little chickens stacked up on top of bigger chickens I swear |
after a wander down the road it was time for dinner. |
sun showing out one last time. |
again with the dogs finding me of all people to hang out with. I swear I don't call these dogs over or anything. |
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