More Kisses Please

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204495182008-05-15T16:47:19.812-07:00More Kisses PleaseJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comBlogger731125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-62356356108894864452008-05-15T13:52:00.000-07:002008-05-15T14:04:48.796-07:00modes of transportation

For all the different ways to get around in Cuba, I think I have tried it save for one or 2 (horse cart and shared taxi). I have done the freaky and life threatening Hersey Electric Train. I have taking a trip in the equally freaky and life threatening old belching 1940 Ford car's that clearly outnumber any other type of vehicle on the road. I took the horse drawn carriage ride, which was very

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-56057848156448555342008-05-13T16:55:00.000-07:002008-05-13T16:59:56.370-07:00the water is warm

I have left Havana on a overnight tour. What a wonderful way to travel. Really, it is just too hot to not go comfortable in an air conditioned coach while you jump off and see the best parts with a local telling you all that is signifigant. Quite note to say I am on the beach on the south coast of Cuba outside Trinidad. I have dipped my toes in the Caribeean Sea. In case you want to look, I´m at

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-86567684255851396652008-05-12T20:04:00.001-07:002008-05-12T20:04:45.435-07:00Havana - Obispo Street

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Havana - Obispo Street, originally uploaded by Macnabbs. I walk down Obispo everyday. My Casa is on this street.

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-79242571960529142382008-05-12T19:29:00.000-07:002008-05-12T19:54:04.246-07:00day tripper

I ususally find the idea of organized tours hideous and cheesy and remind me of school trips where I was scolded for breaking away from the pack- like that time we went to a ghost town and I was facinated with the inside of the building and the contents. What did those scraps of paper on the floor SAY?? I was reprimanded and sent back to the bus to wait for all the others. It was dangerous to go

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-779632636110909072008-05-09T20:43:00.000-07:002008-05-09T20:45:50.359-07:00

I have just discovered the tourist office a few feet from my Casa!! Tomorrow I am on a full day tour of the valley of Vinales, that includes caves, mountains and a tobacco farm. Sunday I will be off on another tour of the Cuban wilderness and countryside. Mom- Happy Mother's Day if I don't have a chance to contact you. xoxox

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-17399341379878854032008-05-08T19:54:00.000-07:002008-05-08T20:00:22.673-07:00checked off

-visited the Revolution Square -knocked on the grave of La Milagrossa -taken a ride in a 1950 Buick (likely with a tractor engine) -drank a Mijoto -got lost in Vedado -rode the only electric train in Cuba -haggled and had a trip on a bici-taxi -walked Calle 23 -did not drink in one of Hemigway's many drinking spots -had a coffee with a local in a peso bar -washed my clothes by hand -cut the legs

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-81934587125410338202008-05-08T19:21:00.000-07:002008-05-08T19:41:39.403-07:00bird song

Someone, every day, opens the window and steps out onto a ledge that overhangs the street of the green building across the street from my Casa. They hang a little rusty bird cage on a nail. A pretty little songbird flutters inside, but outside. Fresh air and a cool breeze is readily available. Someone gives the little bird a bit of food and water everyday. No need to fight, for this little bird.

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-53611680607823829092008-05-06T21:27:00.001-07:002008-05-06T21:27:04.105-07:00Hershey Train

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-13011009102805981022008-05-06T20:11:00.000-07:002008-05-06T21:21:54.612-07:00adventure to Hersey

The train rolls into Casablanca late and to cheers of dusty and sweaty travellers. The man with a wrench cuts rusty wire and climbs onto the top. The trolley is broken- again. We wait. He hammers the trolley and attaches more wire. I take photos while we wait. A young man in a white shirt, old Frank Sinatra hat tipped to the front, watches me from behind his newspaper. He later gets off in a

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-15589258420035699852008-05-05T08:15:00.000-07:002008-05-05T08:25:19.050-07:00taking the Hersey electric train

Today Iamleaving Havana Veija and crossing an inlet to Casablanca. There, is the only electric train in Cuba. In 1917 the Hershey Chocolate Company built this line to Matanzas. Apparently it stops at every pit stop along the way. I'm hoping it will create a breeze. And I'm hoping I won't get lost. Like last night. I started walking and walkingand the next thing I knew I was in sketchy

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-48516667237017298682008-05-04T18:16:00.001-07:002008-05-04T18:16:38.076-07:00veija

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } DSC03938, originally uploaded by Simon 2000. At the end of the day I see these cars belching caustic fumes, rolling down the slick ashphalt streets packed with Cubans like salty sardines in a blue tin can. Transportation is

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-6035731311119459332008-05-03T10:41:00.001-07:002008-05-03T10:41:49.043-07:00Habana

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Habana - Cuba 17, originally uploaded by Helio Rocha. Umm. she sits here and sells Cuba to the tourists. Today she is all in red. Mmn. I will watch and see what she is wearing tomorrow. I look forward to showing my own

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-7810531993306950272008-05-03T09:57:00.000-07:002008-05-03T10:09:09.040-07:00Habana

All is well in Havana. Strange and wonderful, old, hot, busy, crumbling and lively. Last night I got on my flight and I wish it hadn't have been in the middle of the night or the view from the window would have been more spectacular. Observations of last night: -was photographed coming into the country -pass through security and xray of luggage coming in to Cuba -woman standing next to me

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-16655161011478818082008-05-01T07:24:00.001-07:002008-05-01T07:24:31.166-07:00bliss

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-18195767572361878902008-04-30T16:16:00.001-07:002008-04-30T16:18:05.821-07:00chelsea garden

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } chelsea garden, originally uploaded by jill y. Good news for the Chelsea Hotel. The oppressive and diabolical management staff that ousted long time manager, Stanley Bard has been fired. Bard is largely responsible for

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-30307692192007090242008-04-28T23:08:00.001-07:002008-04-28T23:11:17.431-07:00in case you were wondering...

I'm off to Cuba in a day or two. I hope to successfully remove myself from the internet. If you see an update- be surprised, very surprised that I have torn myself away from old cars, mohitos, and the fact that I am in Havana. xoxo Jill

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-87798025550190643622008-04-24T23:10:00.001-07:002008-04-24T23:10:35.302-07:00touch me

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-39729837282700373032008-04-23T19:03:00.001-07:002008-04-24T16:43:25.152-07:00Blissfully unaware of the 1970's

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-82145325572148935562008-04-22T19:14:00.001-07:002008-04-28T17:06:28.053-07:00"Convert the World to Your Methods"

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } not happy 1, originally uploaded by jill y. Tips for getting a great tattoo: 1. ask for a quote 2. confirm work and time line involved I have a lovely tattoo on my right arm (showing left in the photo), in a beautiful Art

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-49836595837154401992008-04-17T02:03:00.001-07:002008-04-17T02:03:04.527-07:00Bess is one helluva photographer!!!

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Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-67015312028858047272008-04-11T12:52:00.001-07:002008-04-11T12:52:19.669-07:00corporate america on the Drive

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-49534749027959285202008-04-09T16:13:00.001-07:002008-04-09T16:13:04.927-07:00parisian patio

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-80636506109970132152008-04-09T13:30:00.000-07:002008-04-09T16:03:25.665-07:00when you haven't had enought sleep

Catherine invited me over. She said she had chili. I asked- do you have the cheddar for on top?? I was hungry and in search of comfort food. I walked into her kitchen and looked at a bowl on the counter. I thought this is kind of unusual Chili. What did she do do this? Did she put this in a blender? I was really tired. I just said, "Wow. This is really wild chili." Then Catherine* said.. "

Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746352715932699120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20449518.post-43021167891191054862008-04-09T13:04:00.000-07:002008-04-09T16:04:42.093-07:00I need a holiday

And I think I'll go do this.. I'm a bit surprised that it's only rated 2 out 0f 5 on the culture shock rating.

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