We ran out before breakfast to try to get newspapers. We did not quite understand how the lights in the intersection cycled, and we unintentionally crossed at the wrong time, which only resulted in one honk. (Pedestrians have no rights, seems cars always have the right of way.) The proprietor told us they weren
One of the things that we discovered during our conversation at dinner the night we were in Caleton was that there was a post office directly across the street from the center. We had failed to notice this. So last night before dinner we ran across the way to see if they had hours posted. They did, and although they were closed there was still an employee inside who came to the door to talk to us. He told us that he
We departed after breakfast for our short jaunt to Caleton, which, for the record, has skyrocketed to the top of my favorite places on earth and we only spent a total of about 24 hours in the area, during most of which we had to attend to our regularly scheduled programming. Continue reading Day 4: Sept. 16, 2015
After a short morning group time that detailed what we needed to pack for our one night trip to the Zapata Swamp and covered the history of Witness for Peace and what we collectively have started to learn about Cuban history, we loaded the bus for our morning excursion. A short ride took us to a local family doctor
I ruined one fine point Sharpie Pen trying to write on a bumpy school bus.