At the parking lot, we were blocked dead by a huge snow plough driven by a pair of Cubans who have been in the country for 10 days, don’t speak a word of English, had never seen snow before, but already have a job driving the snow plough.
I had to look at two dozen photos of the Cubans posing against the snowstorm with their wives before I could drive out. I love Cubans. It was a very pleasant encounter. For them, too, I’m sure, because who else around here speaks Spanish?


