After a week of packing in the activities and waking up at sunrise, we were ready to sit on a beach and do nothing…
… but soak in that vitamin D and drink the rest of the Crystal beers we hadn’t gotten to yet in Cuba (no man left behind!).
After four-ish hours of napping and playing cards and 20 questions (it was a GRAVESTONE?!?!?!… Bonnie, you dog!!!!) we pulled into Veradero. The town is on a skinny peninsula, so you’re surrounded by crystal clear aqua blue water on either side. We shimmied out of our clothes and set off for our sliver of sand by our casa particular.
We splashed around in the water, ate our last Ropa Vieja’s, swam to and risked our lives climbing into sea caves between waves crashing into the rocks, and watched the sunset over the famous Hotel Dupont.
**** hair flip ****
Veradero was the best possible way to close out our adventure. We were all mesmerized, but reluctant to watch the sun dip beneath the skyline for the last time in Cuba.
Usually I’m pretty mopey on the last day of vacation, but I woke up on our last morning in Cuba and to my surprise, didn’t feel a drop of sadness on the way to the airport. Cuba was just that good. The people were that good. The beaches and mountains and cars and horseback rides and salsa dancing and caves were that good. And I felt like we did it right.
We didn’t get to see everything, of course. But I did feel like we took advantage of every single second of the seven days we spent there.
We could have easily hid out for another three weeks exploring other towns across the country – but that’s for next time ;).
I’ve gotten a lot of questions about recommendations/tips from people who are looking to make the trip to Cuba. I thought there was TOO much to say about the details and logistics of our trip for these posts, so be on the lookout for an official guide to Cuba (and Mexico City – since the Bachelor is going there and people will finally believe me that it’s awesome) on Fossypants next week.