So long, Havana. Cuban Chronicles. Day 4.

It's Sunday and we still have a lot of stuff to see.

We started by the Beaux Arts Museum where there are things that caught my eye becuase of their originality and other works of art that though painted exquisitely, for me are just meh. Portraits, landscapes and all those subjects that I always think that I wouldn't hang on my walls no matter how well done they are. My favorite artist in the museum without any doubt was Wifredo Lam, who had a big Picasso influence from what I could see, with a touch of Tim Burton, what a mix, huh? I bought a replica of one of his paintings (which reminded me to Picasso's Guernica) to take as a present to my aunt and uncle, and that it's also printed on the jar and glasses we use to have breakfast every morning at Ariel's.

A work of art in the hall of the museum.

From there, we headed to the Revolution Museum, but we had to wait for a while to get into a guided tour, so, as a joke, we took a photo at the entrance, as my dad's girlfriend told us her parents did that on one of those flahs-like trips to Europe that I still don't know why people keep doing.

Besides, it was sooo hot out there that we wanted to go to the beach once more and we had arranged to meet Ariel at 5:30 pm for dinner, so it was one thing or the other. The beach plan won. We arranged a fee with a taxi driver to take us to Santa María del Mar and back to Havana. Another engineer/taxi driver. This guy is an electromechanic engineer and spent 4 years studying in Russia. Now, he goes there every now and then to work as a translator. He quit his job in the army as he made the same in a month there that what he makes on an average day driving the taxi (30 USD).

The entrance to the Revolution Museum.

After going back home and taking a shower, our now taxi driver friend picked us up and took us to the Capitol where we would meet Ariel. We got to know his house and his mom, a lovely lady that made such a homy, tasty dinner. Chicken with rice and beans. While it may sound simple, this was definetely the best dish I had in the Island. It seems that the secret is to marinate the chicken as much as possible. Yummy yummy yummy, I've got love on my tummy. While humble people, they are all hard workers and thankful for what they got rather than worrying for what they don't have.

It turns out that Ariel had arranged an early dinner so we could take a night walk afterwards. So, we went to el Prado until we got to the Malecón and there we sat for a while. While we walked, we heard the gunshot, it was 9 pm. I took some nice photos over there and then we kept walking, discovering new streets -a.k.a. we were lost once more-, specially this street close to the tunner where there are tons of hair saloons and barber shops... and bars, of course. We also stopped at an art gallery and stayed chatting for a while. There, thanks to the owner of the gallery, we discovered that Old Havana is almond shaped, so we could end up pretty much anywhere in the area if we didn't know where we were heading to. We walked until we recognized Obispo Street and went into a bar with live music in it. This band was cool, I bought their album, because I didn't want to regret it like the time I didn't buy the album from the people at La Vitrola. After all that eating, drinking and walking, we headed home, to get a good sleep. Tomorrow we leave for a new place.

If the National Theatre is beatiful during the day, with these lights at night is stunning.

Inglaterra Hotel with the National Theatre on the back.

Te light house and the fortress at night. I could spend hours just watching them.

So long Havana, so long.

*You can read the original version of this post in Spanish here.