We picked two chairs in the shade and settled in. There
would be no swimming. The direction of the wind was sending waves crashing into
shore. If I remember correctly, the last time we were there we had the same
problem. With a new knee that is still healing I didn’t want to take a chance
on not being able to get in and out safely. Others did brave it, laughing when
they spilled into the water and sand.

Our BBQ was typical cruise beach cuisine: hamburgers, hot
dogs, salads, fruit, ribs, chicken and fish. We ate and headed back to the
ship. We aren’t really beach people. All that sand and sun, you know.
Our day would continue with more information about Cuba. I
would learn more history in these next few days than I remember assimilating in high
school or even college—especially since I didn’t like the courses I took. There
is something about traveling and putting together places you see with events
from history that sheds a whole new understanding of it.
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