After
the breakfast, we head to the Plaza de
Armes market, for which we whine about for some days. Not that there is
something awesome there, but we have to buy presents. Despite the mission, the
first thing that I buy is something for me – a beret with two sides, the first
is with a star, and the second one is with Che. I buy a magnet for my microwave
oven (everybody buys magnets for their fridges, and I buy them for my microwave
oven). The rest buy some sundries for gifts and we move to another part of the
plaza, where are being sold paintings.
While
Jorje and I have a look at the paintings of famous and not so famous Cuban
artists, we each buy a coconut for un peso. Mine is a bit sharp and his has unpleasant
sweet taste. Naturally we are the only one who likes them, and that's because we
paid for them. After we empty the coconuts, I try to taste the white meat inside.
After a considerable hitting against the pavement, the nut opens slightly and
by my last effort I cracked it into two pieces. I feel like a winner, I AM a
winner. I bite a little of the inside lining and throw it away. At the end, the
real winner is the seller.
We
continue to the next themed part of the market, the one with books. We start
looking for something of Hemingway in English or anything famous in English,
but our task is rather hard. However, I find a photo album for a gift and
manage to cut the price in half, which increases immensely the pleasure of the
purchase.
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| The book market at Plaza de Armes |
