Cienfeugos

OK I'm going to start with excuses.  The internet in Cuba is not easy.  I throw down the words in a hurry as you only get a few minutes before it crashes.  So you have to live with less punctuation and more typos than I would like.

Cienfeugos is very pretty.  Everything happens around a large square devoted to some revolution or other they have had.  It is the first town Fidel came to on his march from two years in the hills heading for Havana.
The whole town is painted in variations of pastel colours.  The buildings are all large and like Spain they wrap around a central courtyard. 

It was really hot yesterday and being Sunday it was quite.  On Saturday nights everyone parties.

It is pre-hurricane season and every afternoon a storm rolls over.  It has been very dry and yesterday was the first time the storm broke and it rained.

It was fun, the clouds were amazing and they rolled over and over really low.  All the local kids came out and were running along and sliding on their bellies on the tiled footpaths.  It poured for half an hour so we went up to the roof to watch.  We can see over the whole town and as the pastle buildings got wet they looked even more like doll houses. 

They it cooled down and by eight o'clock most of the town had come out to play soccer in the park or wander the streets.

Everyone is beautiful and they all pour themselves into tight fitting clothes.  Hugo boss T-shirts seem to be the thing for the men and bright jeans and singlets for the women.  I have never been to a place where everyone is so attractive.

And so it begins, from eight until three in the morning there is music on the street and people wandering.  I have not stayed up till three in the morning for many years so I am very glad of my earplugs.  Even so, the other thing I have found with Latina women is they can be loud and I woke to laughing and Benny More music blaring out side on the street.

You just have to get up and join them .

Out of time.  Love Ya.