I am so beyond sad but I can't seem to find the notes I wrote about our excursion to the waterfall and beach on July 17th. Almost a year later, I am trying to jog my memory with the photos I have from that day. I know that we were picked up at our casa by a really nice man in a jeep. He dropped us off at a nature preserve where we hiked to find a waterfall. The water was really, really cold but felt refreshing so Tash and I hopped in. There was a cute, very old cuban man that was stationed atop the rocks at the waterfall trying to ensure that no one was jumping off of the rocks or swimming underneath the waterfall. Needless to say he was blowing his whistle quite a bit at the tourists. After swimming, we hiked back down and stopped to rest at an outdoor cafe. Soon we saw the little blue jeep and knew that it was time to go.
We were headed to the beaches. Our driver was really nice and stopped along the way for some fruit. He let us try the fruit because we had never seen it before. It was really delicious, but took a lot of work to eat because you had to peel the outer skin, eat the inner skin and then spit out the pit. He dropped us at the beach and we wandered along stretches and stretches of resorts. We opted to use the restrooms here because we hoped that they would have toilet seats. We stopped by an outdoor shack for drinks and sandwiches. My drink was obnoxiously strong so after a few sips I left it for the birds. Tash and I then decided to get some sun down by the water. I read my book and tanned while Tash enjoyed some water time.
When we returned home, we found that there was another family who was staying at the casa with us. They were from the UK and they had a 19 year old son. We all sat down to dinner together on the patio. Our house father made a delicious bbq spread. While we ate we shared stories of our travels. That evening, the family accompanied Tash and I out in the town. We went to an outdoor theatre. It had tons of rows of steps in which people were sitting on to watch the dancers below. I really enjoyed seeing the locals dance, a past time they clearly love in Cuba. After the show finished up, Tash and I went with the 19 year old to a club in a cave. I remember being dropped off quite far away and wondering if we had been duped. However, upon arrival, we saw that there was actually a club in a cave. The music was bumping and the smoke was flowing.
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