From passers-by - a smile, from Fidel - ICE CREAM (continued, p.2) When I was in Havana, I stayed in a crowded one star hotel, which was called "El Colina." It is located near the restaurant "La Rampa". "La Rampa" - it's cool. Cuban rap on the Malecon There's something funny that when men stumble, trying to see your favorite girl. And when the evening walking the streets of Vedado, the guys flipped the language when you walk past them, and although the rules of etiquette does not allow openly react to male attention, it is difficult to hide the fact that it flatters you. All go for a walk to gossip and show yourself, or in line at the local movie theater, or for Coppelia ice-cream. Yes, by the way! Coppelia ice cream. For those who do not know ... Fidel (for the sake of good of the people) set up production of remarkably cheap, but very tasty ice cream! Fidel special thank you for this! Coppelia ice cream place - it is a good place to draw the attention of men. Tanned drivers shouting in impeccable English to everyone who has even a little bit like a tourist. The deafening sounds of Reggaeton (musical style, which emerged in Panama and Puerto Rico, is widespread in Latin America, ca. Perevi.) Waft everywhere. Old cars rumble, leaving behind a black smoke. In the hotel lobby medley watches the news CNN and Al, respectively, looks bored. Yes, some of them work "hinertero (pushes some drugs), but mostly students from a nearby university who are interested in waiting for a bus watch the news on the big screen. Hotel El Colina ", must have been a fashionable place in the 50's, but today it could collapse at any moment. Elevator able to raise only half a person at a time. Scary to walk through the corridors at night, because they are generally not covered, and the toilet tank is filled only if the stick in his head shower. I tried to convince myself that cockroaches just too lazy to climb the 4 th floor, where he is my number. Cars on the streets of Havana the most part, our group of tourists stayed in a hotel or somewhere nearby. Sometimes we crossed with them, but me and my friend Sid to explore the city and down independently. In the Vedado food in Paladora (a small private restaurant, approx. Perevi.) Was just fantastic. But do not think I'm finished, and ham and cheese sandwiches, and pizza on a thick cake! But mostly in private restaurants, which are located in residential buildings, serves great cuisine, something reminiscent of the Spanish. Especially funny when you have to pass through the living room, where some old lady is watching TV in the back room, but if there is an empty table, then you will be like a family member, and fed to satiety, and quite inexpensive. In Paladora Old Havana (Habana Vieja) is already destroyed, and frantically trying to restore. That's how I imagined and represented Cuba. On the streets a lively atmosphere, even at the prospect Obispo. He is best suited for those who like to watch people, especially on weekends. Up the avenue, near the Legislative Assembly, is the central park. There, the men gather in large groups and discuss baseball ... very lively. This process is much more interesting to watch if you know a little Spanish, especially when they let any insult someone else's "Madre» (madre - mother, App., Prim.perev.). Prospect Obispo Boulevard Paseo de Marti (Prado) is located to the west of the park. It is wholly owned by pedestrians who can safely walk on it for 10 quarters. Here flaunt their works of local artists and sculptors. I met one artist who was born in the town of Baracoa. She arrived in Havana to the university, met her future husband and stayed. It seems a similar story could tell very many people in Havana. I have rarely met those born in this city. The artist was charming, and I liked the bright colors that she used in her paintings. I bought her a few miniatures. It's a pity she did not write the big picture. Familiar artist We exchanged email and talked to until the Boulevard does not appear a local theater troupe and began to advertise the performance of the eccentric man from Paris who lives in Cuba. It was called "El caballero del Paris. Costumes for this imaginary funeral procession were sewn very well. It seems that this process involved almost all locals. It is a pity that we could not stay and watch the show. Start material: End of Material: See also: Heart of a revolution in the Western Hemisphere Visiting Liberty Island - a serious test for the digestive system three days with pork, rum and salsa Cuban hotel realities - choose the private sector market illustrative example the Cuban province of Misty landscape of Cuban tobacco plantations Place last Revolutionary battle in Cuba fact that the Spanish colonizers did not come to pass, failed to make the last half century you want to dance in a nightclub? Come to the cave!
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