Music still makes sound in my ears, steps still make me to dance and the taste of Mohito still makes my lip unfulfilled.

The young kid playing guitar to the lyrics of Guantanamera give me silent call and ask me when I am revisitingthis beautiful city of Havana. Me, SG and K eating in the mexican restaurant and one Cuban guy serving us yummy food…ahh…

Our wandering throughout  the lanes , especially in the last leg of our stay, was the most exciting page of my cuba chapter.

We went to have lunch at one of the domestic houses, oh man, it was so tasty  and delicious. We went to get ice-cream, and suddenly it started raining cats and dogs. there was lightening which was followed by terrible sounds. I was regretting my decision to come form the hotel, because ice cream was giving me hard time.

We went beach, name I do not remember, I need to check it  from SG. I miss that cuban sand massaging my soles!

The unforgettable incident in the elevator now is  in laughing stock.  I had brief conversation with one of the most beautiful members of our group, and I expressed my desire that I wish she and me were only left in the elevator, I would have perceive things differently. (haha)Our group was fantastic consisting of members from serious to jolly nature . I wish Cubans have charged us their own currency, instead of asking American dollars. Believe me, the trip would have been far better experience.