Cuba Day 8: El Varadero

On this day we chose to take yet another tour outside of La Habana.  This time we went on a catamaran around the peninsular beach of Varadero, which is located about 2 hours from the capitol in the northernmost part of Cuba


Our catamaran for the day.

The city itself is about 22km of gorgeous beaches and islets.  Our tour included: snorkeling, swimming with the dolphins, lunch, and then an afternoon at Playa del Blanco



Welcome aboard!


Kristin and I snorkeling.


Kristin and I doing our favorite thing.  We were sooo tan!


One of the adorable dolphin's I got to swim with.


Me swimming for the 1st time with a dolphin.


Do you spot the dolphins kissing me?

Playa del Blanco is a deserted beach with a wide strip of fine, white sand (hence the name) that slopes gently into the sea. 

Pretty
Playa del Blanco.  It had some of the calmest waters I have ever been in.

Another view of Playa del Blanco later in the day when the sun appeared.


While I was eating lunch one of the captains of the catamaran started
dancing with me.

In a song about tourism on the beach of Varadero, once a Cuban vacation destination and now off-limits to locals, the singer Frank Delgado lamented, "The last time I walked through this land, it was still my friend Cuba.  I didn't need a passport.  I don't remember when the peninsula was taken from my hands or even whether anyone asked my opinion?"  While I thoroughly enjoyed my time at Varadero, there was always a guilty pain in my heart of being somewhere that the natives could only dream of returning to one day.

In the evening the 3 of us decided to take salsa lessons from Sergio, whom had generously offered to teach us the basics for free.  Salsa is difficult to master, but when done well it is a mesmerizingly sensual dance.  I struggled to follow Sergio's lead the entire time.  For me it was a challenge to combine the hip movements with the simple forward-back step.  However, even though I failed on the dance floor, I am really happy that we ended our trip on this note.  Instead of focusing on the sadness of leaving a place I had come to love; I laughed, sweated, and learned something new and essentially so Cuban.

Sergio teaching M. how to move his feet.

M. and I walked to a part of El Malecon and said our goodbyes.  I thanked him for enriching my trip in ways that were indescribable and as a token of my appreciation I gave him my Lonely Planet Cuba guide to use on his last days on the island.  We promised to see each other again soon and I knew that for once this was not one of those empty promises you make to those you meet on your travels in order for the goodbyes to be not as painful.

Afterward:  M. and I did see each other again a week later in Los Angeles.  I helped him celebrate the last destination in his round-the-world trip.  We could not stop talking about our adventures in Cuba the entire time together.  Oh, and I got my precious Lonely Planet Cuba guide back!
 

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