*drums fingers*
*squirms*
*looks at clock*
*drums fingers*
….overnight bus to Cancun arrives at 5 am. To book my ticket to Cuba (for today), I have to wait for the travel agencies to wake up. Amazingly enough, I found an open internet cafe with one of those connections where you type……and then wait 30 seconds for the text to appear…
*waits 30 seconds for the text to appear*
*drums fingers*
*squirms*
*looks at clock*
Cancun is terrible. I feel like I`m in Disneyland; all plastic, all English, all over-priced, all covered in cheeeezzzze…..all American. Can`t WAIT to get out of this place *squirms*. The herds of boys in baseball caps and frat shirts give me the hebbie-jebbies *looks at clock*. I`m just gonna hide out here in the internet cafe *drums fingers*.
*waits for text to appear*
I`ve left my travel mates to Mexico. “Sola” means “single” or “alone” in Spanish. So I`m Sola ahora. Got that funny dizziness in my stomach that I always get before getting on a plane. *slaps her forearm* THIS is my poison.
Cuba: Cuban Salsa, Communism, Cigars, Cuban Music, Cars from the 50s, Che and Castro….*head spins*
*drums fingers*
*looks at clock*
*pats stomach*
*slaps forearm*
*makes a run for the travel agency*
:)Sola