July 8th

Las Terrazas is part utopian society and part resort. We effectively visited neither today while being there for nearly five hours. Before I communicate the wrong message, though, let me say out front that it was a fantastic day.
The bus arrived 40 minutes late to take us over two hours of the city to Las Terrazas, but in the meantime we retrieved items like sunscreen and water that we forgot.
Eventually after a lot of countryside we arrive to site, and we are hungry. We eat at the nearest restaurant; and not only did the meal last nearly two and a half hours, but it was a decidedly sub-par meal. The rice was quite crunch, indicating that it had been scraped from the bottom of the rice cooker.
Later we had the excited prospect of swimming in a river near the site. But first we had to exhaustively get the pay the right people, which meant a lot backtracking in small spaces with a huge bus.
And wouldn’t it just be right that the moment we slip our feet into the river a thunderous clap and flare of lightening greet us.
We had to leave essentially at that moment.
In order to make it back for dinner, we had to leave fairly soon. What a day!
I don’t write this litany to complain, but instead to share how much a schedule means in a country where everyone more or less goes their own pace.
In the states, this wouldn’t fly. People would start audibly become irritable, angry, and generally unpleasant. Yet since we all knew (for the most part) that this was a potential outcome, we weren’t unbending when Cuba and nature came to shove. Instead, you really got to learn how to be flexible, to sacrifice your own idea of what your afternoon will be in order to live what is right before you.
Today really exemplified this kind of flexible lifestyle for me.