On Tuesday morning we walked around the small but gorgeous city of Viñales and then decided to hit the road again. On to the ecovillage Las Terrazas! Our hotel was called the Tree House, and that is just what it was! The lodge was on a hill, looking down into a valley dazzling with tropical beauty. We walked down to the valley and came across a worn out playground. But hey, the children playing there were happy – not playing with their phones.
This is what Lonely Planet says on Cuba, and I couldn’t agree more:
Cuba is like a prince in a poor man’s coat: behind the sometimes shabby facades, gold dust lingers. It’s these rich dichotomies that make travel here the exciting, exhilarating roller-coaster ride it is. Trapped in a time warp and reeling from an economic embargo that has grated for more than half a century, this is a country where you can wave goodbye to Western certainties and expect the unexpected. If Cuba were a book, it would be James Joyce’s Ulysses: layered, hard to grasp, serially misunderstood, but – above all – a classic
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