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As I leave Cuba, I depart with a sad heart. Cuba is like traveling in time and sidestepping to an alternate reality. You go to a place where everything seemed to have stopped and magically went another direction. That’s what drew me initially. Cuba, like most old cities, remains a vibrant place brimming with character, history and mystery.
My gracious host Abelardo wanted me to sell Cuban cigars in the United States. He promised to give me a big cut for my efforts. The offer was good except that I had never sold anything in my life before. Would I be able to dispose of the cigars easily?
My host Abelardo surprised me when he mentioned that he wanted to talk business. The last time I checked, I was a lost soul in Havana with no money, no friends and nothing to brag about. I wondered what he had in mind.
My encounter with Abelardo at the Hotel Habana Libre Tryp at Havana was pleasant. He knew a great deal about Cuban culinary delights and was gracious enough to treat me to lunch at the “El Barracon” restaurant.. So far, the closest thing I had to a gourmet meal was a serving of French fries and soda pop at McDonald’s. This guy changed my world by introducing me to Cuba’s mouth-watering national cuisine.« Previous Entries