En wout jwenn chemen an atravè fon an nan vil la mwen te vini nan tout de restoran ti, nan yon sèl yo te di m 'ke yo te gen trè bon manje pou vejetaryen ak te sèvi diri ak legim ak diven. Mwen te eseye mache gen nan mitan lannwit, desann yon chemen pa otèl la men apre senk minit nan fènwa goudwon ak ni limyè ni polisyon limyè silans la nan Woods yo toudenkou yo te kòmanse spook m '. Yo te mande m 'si mwen te definitivman vini ak Mwen te di yo Mwen na konnen, nan fènwa a sou wout la dezète mwen reyalize mwen pwobableman ta gen gen sèlman envite kòm tan nan mitan lannwit te sanble yon tan vin manje nan otèl la apre tout.
Retounen nan resepsyon apre ti mache tou kout m 'nan Woods yo mwen te santi regrèt pou de routar Alman rive sou pye apre yo fin te fènwa a desann ak yo dwe te di ke otèl la te plen, menm jan ak tout lòt moun yo nan zòn nan. Mwen te espere yo te gen yon flanbo ak yo ke yo jere yo trape yon moun ki gen yon casa to rent anvan tout moun te ale nan dòmi.
Nan aswè yo lòt envite yo, Alman ak Kanadyen ak yon nosyon nan angle tout toudenkou parèt, MILLING alantou tounen soti nan randone yo ak pi disparèt byen bonè, pa pèsistan twò lontan nan ba a swa. After dinner I sat around the pool with my wine and read by lamplight and listened to the insects and got bitten.
On my last two days in Vinales I stared to slow down and make the time go more slowly, not doing so much and not reading so much but simply sitting, or lounging by the pool and watching the beautiful valley. This watching and deliberate slowing down of time was helped by the black birds of prey circling high above the lines of tiny horses wending their way through the valley and farmers, driving their oxen minutely below.
The beauty of the lush emerald valley and the strange mountains rising up from it sometimes became a backdrop to the characters passing through it. I had positioned my lounger in the shade at the edge of the pool and at the edge of the hill top by a spot where I knew inevitably coach trippers would periodically come to take pictures and smoke and shriek.
One of them, a young flaxen haired woman appeared in front of me. She was tall and strong and tanned, statuesque and strident in an ecru sundress. She strode to the step overlooking the valley with a mojito in her hand. Next came a young man with brown haired grown a half inch out of its crew cut. He sat down closely beside her on the step where she had sat and he promptly knocked over her mojito. It crashed and splintered on the concrete and she jumped up. She was facing me now with her back to the view cursing in her lilting hurdy gurdy tones all the beauty behind her forgotten.
After taking a few sips of her cocktail the woman looked back over at him and presently got up and lead him back to the step to sit down next to her, her tones now soothing. Soon she was standing and he was taking photos of her with the valley behind her and the drink in her hand. The colour of the liquid matched the colour of her dress and her hair shone in the sunlight. After the photographs were taken she walked inside and he twas left sipping the last of the mixture around the ice cubes. There only ever had been a drink for her.
I later saw the princess at the ballet in Havana reminding me of a phenomena I had observed where people who have made some sort of impression although often not actually met make one more appearance in another place, in London even when encountered four thousand miles away, before disappearing again for ever.
What an intriguing little scene, so dramatic it must have seemed more like watching a movie. You had such an interesting time in Vinales. What made you choose to go there? Havana was such a complete contrast. People’s different reactions to the stray dogs were interesting. Mwen te kontinye kouri soti nan biskwit menm jan yon lòt te parèt 🙂
It was a fascinating scene, their roles in the relationship were sharply defined!
When I was booking the flight to Havana most of the flights were full and I had trouble booking online. I called a Cuban agency and the guy there starting asking me what I was going to get up to in Cuba. I told him about the course but that I would be spending extra time there before it and he recommended Vinales. He tried to get me into another hotel that their agency sold but it was full. Once I had decided to go there I thought I would be disappointed and not get a room but I ended up booking the Hotel Los Jazmines elsewhere and I was very pleased with my choice. None of the other hotels had such a spectacular view. The hotel staff’s attitude towards the cats and dogs was very friendly and that was a pleasant surprise. It was wonderful to sandwich a place of such peace and quiet in between London and Havana.