We walked through the older section near the paved road. Note the spotted pig being fed dinner. I love it's collar. Walking between two concrete apartment buildings built by the Russians, one could see the attempt at Soviet influence. Sorry, the buildings were too ugly to make a nice photograph. A side story - Norvis, probably now 30 something, told us that as a misbehaving child, his father didn't threaten him with no dinner but rather with having to watch Russian cartoons - the cartoons were that bad.
The second image is that of a boy waiting for goods at the local rations store. I see in his eyes the recognition that he'll likely have a life of waiting in line for too few goods at the same time he looks at me with an expensive camera slung over my shoulder. However, I never got the feeling any Cuban would want to switch places with me. They love their families, their lives and their country. They might like our watches and cameras but they're willing to wait. They know their time will come.
In several different areas of the village we watch children play "football", karate, baseball and/or just hanging out. There was loud music here and there but never obnoxiously loud.
There are three shots of a woman (Zoolema, our guide for the afternoon), her daughter and her mother. All three live in the right half of the house behind them. Zoolema is now single. Like many separated parents, she and her ex physically split the house so that they can both raise the children. Zoolema is trying to save to build a flat on the second floor of her side of the house.
Later, back at the hotel, dancers tried to entertain us. Problem was that their stereo didn't work nor did they move into the light, so many of us didn't know that they were beyond rehearsing. Oh well, life in Cuba...
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