After napping a bit I decided I wanted to go to one of the art Gallery's down the road and maybe grab a bite to eat in one of the town squares. There was so much I was looking forward to doing and trying.
Random cats meowed at me as I walked down the street to the art gallery and I stopped to feed one a piece of beef jerky that I had bought at the Airport. The little cat with it's ribs showing through it's skin gobbled it up before skittishly running away.
I softly laughed to myself before continuing on with my journey. There was so much art in Cuba, lively graffiti lining the sides of pathways that I took. My hunger was almost satiated before I even arrived.
The art gallery's masterpieces was a stark contrast to the graffiti I had seen on my way there. It was so dark, giving of a mysterious presence. Metal statues of dogs with hauntingly long limbs jumped out from every corner. Landscapes of dark, eerie nights thrilled my senses.
Cuba's night life was about drunk tourists running around with their friends, hopping from bar to bar. I decided I wanted to stay at one and enjoy the company within it.
"Aye, Chica your from the hotel. Si?" A voice called from behind me, where I sat on the bar stool. I swirled around, grinning when I realized it was the frantic bellhop from this morning.
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Cuba Stole My Heart
RomanceNikola is a free spirited individual who has never been anchored to anyone or anything in her life; her parents taught to enjoy life to fullest extent and she decided she was going to solo travel around the world for her college graduation trip. Dee...
