I’m sitting in the lobby of a hotel near Toronto airport, letting my newly emerging cold be there. I have some saline stuff to spray into my nose and some intestinal fortitude to move way past “poor me”. How strange life can be.
I want to talk to you in Cuba. I’ve heard that the Internet at Memories Paraiso Azul Beach Resort is sporadic, and that it’s only available in the lobby. So what? My strength training has shown me that determination can go a long way. So you’ll be hearing from me. Is it unwise for me to promise? Maybe. But I’ve been unwise before. It could be fun to go down that road again.
I want to describe what I see on the outside and on the inside. I want to tell you about cool people I meet. About dancing in the disco and on the beach. About Michael Jackson. About waiters, maids and gardeners.
Time for bed. Wake up call at 2:00. Taxi at 3:00. Fly at 6:15. Oh my, I’m really doing this. Tell you all about it tomorrow or Saturday.