municate what I need to. Today, my Spanish was especially useful, it enabled me to help a young woman at the Varadero airport. I was about to pass through immigration at the Varadero airport, to catch my flight home. Just in front of the immigration booths, there was a young woman, slightly hippy looking, standing alone, and looking pretty sad. I asked if she was OK. She wasn't. Her name is Jade. She's from Edmonton.
The immigration officer didn't think Jade's face matched the photo in her passport. The officer had taken her passport and boarding pass away, and told
her to wait there. Scary! I told Jade I spoke some Spanish and offered to help, if I could. When the immigration officer came back, I explained who I was, and translated a few things for them. The officer went away again, with Jade's precious documents. She and I waited and chatted.
After about 30 minutes, which seemed very very long, the immigration officer asked her to approach the processing booth. After another 10 minutes, Jade was finally allowed through.
I was really glad to be able to help her. Turns out Jade wasn't really alone. She was travelling with a friend. But her friend had already gone through immigration and didn't know what was happening. I imagine she was pretty scared and confused too
Pictures:
#1 - a painting I bought in an art market and the artist who painted it. I love it!!
#2 - the art market where i bought the painting
#3-one of the many pretty and handsome cafes in old Havana
#4- a government building with Che Guevera's image
#5 - A pretty doorway in old Havana. I think it's one of the "Casa particulars" that are allowed to operate privately. Basically, it's like a bed and breakfast
#6 - a pharmacy in old Havana. I think it's part museum and part real life pharmacy
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