Callejon de Hammel…

           Hubby was under the weather so after sterilizing bottles, baby and I went for a walk on Avenue de los Presidentes. We stopped on a bench and I fed him a bottle as the traffic rolled on. This strip is perfect for strolls, day or night.
There’s very nice restaurants on the way up and down and a couple notable monuments. We stopped at home to change his shoes as I wanted him to walk but every time I put him down he did so with a limp.
I later learned that he just ​didn’t want to walk at all and was tricking me. Anyway, on our second stroll we saw a sign for a Bodega and decided to step in. It turned out to be a market with veggies, meats and fruits.  It wasn’t as big as a market should be and the few stalls did not have an ample amount but a decent variety. It isn’t uncommon to go into stores and she empty shelves or fridges.
I wanted to purchase a mango, some bananas and a bag of pineapple but it was hard to control baby, understand the signs and struggle asking​ for prices.  Plus, the bananas were so small every time I looked away he found himself breaking the fingers off the bunch. Eventually we went back to our Casa. We got prepped for the day and was off!
We made a stop at the Simon Bolivar statue and took pics with the mural. We were on our way to Callejon de Hammel for the Sunday morning Rumba sessions. We tried to get a cab but the prices were outrageous! We were told 4, 5 and 8 CUC for a 5 minutes drive! We decided to walk the 25 minutes instead. The streets of Havana are extremely beautiful. The design of the buildings, to the people just lounging about, the children barefoot playing in the streets. Even getting a view of abandoned buildings is easy on the eyes. When we finally got to our destination the crowds were more than we bargained for. 

The meagre alleyway was pouring with people. It was so tight and hot. We made our way through the crowd and stop wherever we saw shade. As daddy was tall he took videos so that I could see later on, as I was stuck behind an extremely tall man.
We stayed for about 30 minutes then we headed out. It was a beautiful slice of culture but the crowd was unbearable. We paid 10 CUC for a bicycle taxi to Plaza de Revolucion where we took as many pictures as we could before the sun started lifting my soul!

The bicycle operator was clearly a hard worker but I didn’t not feel good having him carry our weight like that. It isn’t a job I’d wish on my worst enemy and this was the only time we took one. We flagged down a taxi and 5 CUC took us to Hotel Presidente where we bought an internet card, caught up with our loved ones, then made our way to Mi Coconuco. Picture a laid back set up of white plastic table and chairs. People dressed to the nines enjoying the cool breeze and view of the Malecon. We went with the 2L of beer, a cheese pizza and a pork and fried plantains plate.   The pork could have stayed, though it wasn’t​ bad, it was ok. We wanted to try a jerk stand right next door and bought 2 boxes of street meat.  Jamaicans can’t avoid jerk, or variations of it, especially when we see it being sold outside of our country. It was very tasty with the the onion, scallion marinade they pour over it. I didn’t eat too much though as I was already taking a chance with the pork from next door. We strolled home burnt from the sun and knocked out for an evening nap.  Our casa owner knocked just as I woke up and we caught him up on our day. We decided to walk to city in the night and walked up and down the Ave de los Presidentes again, then to Razones (my fave spot) to get a shot, a pollo asado with rice and peas and plantains and a serving of ribs for 13 CUC! We headed home and Money Train was on the TV in English. We snuggled up until we fell asleep and that was our day!


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