Retro-post: Our last day in Cuba

This is the last of our Retro-posts about our time in Cuba.

Our last day in Cuba started with a slow beach morning in Varadero. After lunch we were picked up by our trusted taxi-driver Mario for the two-hour drive back to Havana.

During our way back we did a short stop at a viewpoint at a rather amazing bridge spanning over a deep gorge. It was built in the 1950s and measures 120 meters from its highest point to the bottom of the gorge.

Once back in Havana we again stayed with Alberto in his casa particular “Piso20”. We packed our bags and in the evening we all went out for a dinner together.

In the morning we woke up to a windy Havana. Tilda and I took our final walk down to the sea and “El Malecon” where Havana displayed a different kind of sea then before, with rough waves spraying water onto the sidewalk.

We did some final shopping and the last hours before going to the airport we went to a small afro-cuban community near the flat where a rumba band was playing.

We had an emotional goodbye from Alberto and his son Daniel outside the flat before we entered the taxi. Inside the taxi Vlora and I took each others hands, exchanged some kisses and felt damn proud of being able to change our plans like we did and have a really nice Cuba adventure as a family although it turned out different than originally planned, and we definitely want to return when Tilda is a few years old and redo some of our original plans.