I was hoping to write something nice, a little poem that has been taking shape in my mind on the last night on the beach before our return. Find a nice picture. Organise my thoughts on what I've seen on this trip and share them with you. Instead I’m offering an apology.
Our return flight was delayed by six hours, which luckily we spent in the hotel and not at the airport. That means we left Varadero at 3:30 am, on Sunday morning, and arrived in Montreal at 7 am. Daylight Saving Time hit me with full force (we still had that precious extra hour in Cuba for another week). I had to go back to work on Monday. The prosaic life has found its course again...
But even now, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I’m an automaton with a brain of molasses, whose only thought is that Earth’s gravitational pull has somehow mysteriously increased in this part of the world.
I have to sleep… I look at the mounds of snow that hide the houses and imagine myself as a hibernating creature, untimely awoken from her sweet sleep. A sleep in which she dreamt of white beaches, and warm seas, and palm trees...
I’ll be back soon...
