It is just after 3:00 and the lobby is filled with cool jazz tunes and a warm tropical breeze. I am sitting here waiting for the shuttle to come collect me so I can begin my journey home. It’s been more than a week and I am both ready to leave and not ready whatsoever.
I miss my son. I can’t wait to get home to him, to hug and kiss and laugh with him, to hear all the stories of his week with Auntie and Uncle. We will tell each other how much we missed each other, followed by more hugs and kisses. “Me miss you Momma. More than five.” I can’t wait to see that little ray of sunshine that lights up his face, the one that will outshine any sun on any beach any day of the week.
I picked him up a few things at the markets this week, most notable of which are several small musical toys. He will now have a pan flute, a set of maracas, and a hand drum to add to his collection. He will love them, my little musical boy. I’m sure he will want to play his new instruments as soon as he opens them. Party in the living room!
I also miss Him so very much. We haven’t talked or chatted at all this week. Not for lack of trying. This whole shortage of Internet access cards and $50 a minute phone calls (very slight exaggeration) has been mighty annoying. I did manage to leave a few short voice messages but it’s not the same without communication back from Him. I am looking forward to getting back to our daily routines. I sure hope he’s home and awake when I land back on Canadian soil with full telephone and Internet service restored.
It took five days for that stress crease on my forehead to disappear. I’d be happy if it never returned but am hoping it takes much longer for it to reappear than it did to disappear at least. I’ll let you know how that goes when I get back to work and the stubborn not quite four year old replaces the excited one that will greet me in the morning.
One thing I noticed is that Cuba, Varadero at least, sure has a lot of American influence. I’d love to say it’s Canadian influence but I’d be wrong. I noticed it not just at the resort but in town as well. There was American music, as well as American films and television shows. Top Gun played one night at the theatre, the grill cook was constantly listening to the Backstreet Boys, and some guys from Edmonton watched a Big Bang Theory marathon in their room after a day of too many cervasas and too much sun.
Even the food wasn’t real Cuban fare. I’ve had Cuban food before. I quite liked it and was looking forward to trying more. The food at the resort was good, and there was variety with some Cuban dishes, but I can get pasta salad and cold cuts at any pot luck back at home. Is it sad that my favourite meals were Chinese and Italian? I think it is.
The shuttle bus is here, time to go. Goodbye sun, sand and relaxation. Goodbye afternoon siestas. Goodbye 38 degrees with no humidity. I hope I see you again.