And the procrastination begins again. One of the things university is teaching me most about is the ability to procrastinate to the ultimate level, then stress out and work hard (usually staying up all night), and hand things in just in the nick of time, without of course having a nervous breakdown. I guess it might be helpful later on.

Aiight I suppose it is time for a Cuba summary. I don’t feel like writing out poignant and eloquent sentences at this moment. So here’s the just of it:

- The resort that we stayed at was absolutely gorgeous. It had 5 pools that were all connected with waterfalls and the whole property and our rooms were really nice.
- The weather was also lovely when we were there. Except for one day when it was overcast. I was hoping for a big ole thunderstorm but no dice.
- Apparently the first week of May is off-season for travelling to Cuba. So in a resort that can hold 1800 there were 127 of us. Ha ha. And of course I was the only person under 30 and over 10. I mostly hung out with two girls that were 10 and 7 and a bunch of “adults”. But they were a good bunch so I enjoyed their company. And I made friends with the coolest bartender named Ivan. I think he was trying to get me drunk ;)
- Because of the above mentioned lack of young people I was forced to dance (on many occasions). Now normally I can hold a beat, but compared to these Cuban entertainers I’m really quite hilarious. I even ended up in a dance competition. My spotlight dance was the salsa. Laughing yet? You should be. Although the good thing in all this was the fact that I got to dance with a bunch of hot Cubans. So I guess it all equals itself out.
- Hola. Como estas? Yo estoy bien, grasias. Donde esta el bano? That’s how much Spanish I learned.
- Since I’ve never been out of Canada and the US going into town was a really … looking for the right word here… eye-opening experience for me. The poverty that they live in is just something that I’ve never seen before. It’s the kind of thing you see in books and you feel sorry for them for a minute and then it passes your mind. And then you are actually there, in real life, looking at these decrepit huts that they live in, the dirty children running around the yard, livestock everywhere, knowing they live off of about 16 bucks month. Wow. You just feel so helpless and really guilty at the same time. We are SO damn lucky. I think we all need a kick in the ass like that sometimes.
- I went snorkelling, which was pretty damn cool. Got stung by some coral while I was out there, and when I came back they warned me about it. Thanks. That was helpful. I also played a bunch of water polo. One time a few of us played with a bunch of locals and I ended up getting tackled first by an oversized German man, and then a bunch of other guys. Who tackles a 125lb white girl while playing water polo?
- The food bit. It was really bad. My mother and I survived off tomato and onion sandwiches.
- I noticed the ocean tastes really bad (go ahead and mock me for that but I’ve only ever seen the ocean once before and that was in the winter).
- I now know that I burn horribly. As one of the entertainers pointed out to me, I “ don’t take the sun in well”. That pretty much sums that up.
- Was depressed Tuesday night after the Leafs lost. It was so close too. Domi could have had that. Arg. Well I’m over than now. Sort of. And generally speaking, Cubans don’t like hockey. What’s that all about?

I’m sure there was more but this post is getting long and drawn out so I’ll leave it for another time. Summer is finally here. The temperature outside is 28. Go us!

* song of the moment: Pilate - Overrated *