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It's getting real

I went to Mexico as I do every year in early July. Had a great swim in Sayulita as my brother SUP'd nearby (I just don't like ocean swims when I'm alone) - we went past Playa de los Muertos, out to the point. Along the way someone came and nipped at the bottom of my foot, just to see what that big, slow white thing was. Not a bad swim, though it was hard to work with water as warm as it was. (I told Robert and Alexandra that NOTHING was cool down there - the furniture, the air, the pillow, the air from the fan, the water from the bubbler, the ocean... nothing. was. cool.)

Cuba journal - 2:00 am Friday morning

It's 2:00 local time, but I think that's only midnight Denver time.

What a day!

Last night I asked my host if he could find someone to take me for a tour of Havana, starting at around 10:00 and going for a couple of hours. I asked about breakfast and he said that breakfast would be here at the casa; he said 9:30 would give me plenty of time before my tour might start.

Cuba journal - Wednesday

About ready to go to bed after my first (partial) day in Cuba.

I woke up this morning to the sound of my phone's alarm in Mexico City (Ciudad Mexico) with a goal of leaving my hotel by 8:00 to make it to my 11:15 departure - mostly because Simon and his girlfriend were adamant about the need to leave early. Decided that I had had enough adventure last night on the metro with all of that luggage and asked the hotel to call me a cab; got an Uber driver who spoke less English than the Spanish that I speak, which isn't much. But we managed some conversation on the way to the airport.

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