Hunting in Havana & A Quick Dinner Recipe

It was the first time we had been allowed to venture out in Havana to buy food for ourselves, but our Professor Humberto followed closely behind our gaggle of six, all armed with cameras, too many CUC’s to be from the area, and signs of recent sunburn.  We all slowly walked up the packed earth […]

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Cuban Coffee: Breakfast Fuel of the People

I was sitting in the apartment at Zanja and Campanario, at the wooden table in the kitchen.  That table had seen a lot in its many years occupying its current space, and in those spaces that it graced, even before this apartment building was built by my future father-in-law.  Its white lace tablecloth had been tattered and resewn […]

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Cuban Rice 101

We walked down the dusty, hot, bustling streets of Centro Havana, to the bodega. We entered and a scruffy, 30-something man looked at Watson, his tattered blue libreta, and then me.  He started rounding up the goods from behind the counter that Watson requested, and I stood as quietly as I could, to not attract […]

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A Little Piece of China in Havana

It was shortly after we met our Cuban counterparts on the island that we were invited to the group’s boisterous ringleader’s house to go out.  As we drove down Zanja St. in Havana, a long winding road that was the original site of a large canal built by the Spanish in colonial times, we dove […]

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