Off Again

My bags are packed.  Half filled with stuff I might need and half filled with things for my friends.

Tomorrow I am cooking an early Easter meal for about 20 friends and family and helping some young people decorate Easter eggs.  It will be cold here so we will be inside the house most of the time.

There will be a few people who can play guitar so we will have some good music to listen to and sing along with.

Sunday I will clean the house and Monday my sister and I are off for two weeks in Cuba.  We are going to Varadero and will stay at a cheaper hotel close to downtown so that we can visit with our friends more easily.  We will also be attending a christening in Matanzas. I will post something when I get back.

I am a sporadic blogger at the best of times, but will not be taking my computer to Cuba so will be out of touch for two weeks.  Happy Easter everyone, I look forward to reading your posts when I return.

A Visit to La Arboleda

Entrance La Arboleda

In 2011 we made a trip to Varadero, Cuba as a large family group.  There were 11 of us, 10 travelling from Nova Scotia and one from Alberta.  Our Cuban brother-in-law had arranged for his family to visit from Las Tunas at the same time.

As usual, our friend Pavel wanted to invite everyone to his house for a meal.  But his house was too small for our large group.  Instead he arranged transportation and we all joined him and his family at a park on the Canimar River outside Matanzas city.

Our transport couldn’t go under the bridge for the train so we all walked to the park from there.  It was a sunny day which made for a nice walk through the countryside.

We passed a campismo, a campground with cabins instead of tents, and soon arrived at the entrance.

We paid 1 CUC to enter and 5 CUC for a meal plus one beverage.

El Campismo

Time to eat

The tables were set up along the river under shade trees.  There were paddle boats for rent, horse back rides and even a bull ride.  One group went with Pavel in the paddle boat and explored an abandoned village nearby.  A few of us went swimming in the river; it had a muddy bottom which didn’t feel nice underfoot.  I prefer salt water for swimming, but our Cuban friends like swimming in ‘sweet’ water like the river.


I brought out the dominos, and since there was so many of us we decided to teach the Cubans a new game called Mexican Train.  I don’t think they were much impressed, but with typical Cuban good humour they played anyway.

The meal was great.  Everyone had the choice of grilled pork or chicken, rice and black beans, and salad.  The salad dressing was in an old rum bottle that was stuffed with onions and peppers covered with oil and vinegar.  It was delicious.

We waved from the shore at the tourists in the boats going by, while we enjoyed a day at the park.