After lunch we slept, awakening to an attack on Glen's part, struggling to breathe. I felt like we were marching deeper into battle and expected, at any minute, that after facing THIS giant, the enemy would give up.
After our siesta and a wee bit of time on the back porch, covered with vines-a delicious haven, we went sightseeing. A word about the back of the house. It's an amazing piece of land. A haven for them, a place for the children, room for a casa culto (house church), a heritage of our hostesses father. It was his vision for the grape vine, avocado trees and bananas. I have been saddened that the drought-like conditions have kept the banana trees from producing fruit. I have harkened back to that conversation many times.
Our host's home is grand central station for everyone. Most people don't knock, they just walk in. When school is out, there are children of all ages playing either on the front step or in the back. The parents of the kids come looking for them and get invited to stay for a cup of Cuban coffee. Many open doors for touching lives with their open-door policy. Everywhere we went, our hosts stopped to greet people – such warmth and love and how the people respond to them!
The kids were having their first day of school the next day. All schools are public in Cuba--no home schooling or private schools allowed. The son is just a little guy-never been to school. The daughter is going into second grade. The kids loved the gifts we brought them. The lego set kept them entertained for days and most of the time, paper dolls were dressed in various arrays while we were there.
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