OUR DAY WITH BENI, EDUARDO, AND GRISEL

Beni had made a noon lunch reservation for the five of us for a restaurant I had found on Trip Advisor, Restaurant San Francisco, located on San Francisco St., not far from Eduardo’s shop.  (They had an air conditioned room, so he wanted to make sure we would be able to get a table there, so we could dine in comfort.  Santiago de Cuba is hot!)

We cleared Cuban customs early enough to take in some sights before lunch.  Eduardo was anxious to experiment with his new glass, so he and Grisel agreed to meet us at the restaurant.

Since we missed seeing Santa Ifigenia Cemetery during our last cruise visit, we thought it would be interesting to go and see where Fidel Castro was laid to rest (or burn in hell, depending on your perspective and religious beliefs).  It was reputed to be a beautiful and interesting place to visit, so Beni flagged down a taxi for the three of us.

If Bruce and I as tourists had hired a taxi just outside of the port terminal gate, the cost would have been $10-$15 each way.  Just across the street and up one block, the taxi driver Beni flagged down agreed to $5 each way.  It helps having a local do the negotiating!

Although I could have spent hours poking around the cemetery and enjoying the views, we only had time for a brief stop to shoot a few photos.  The Cuban government forbids photography of their military and police, but thanks to the marvels of wide angel lenses, I pointed my lens toward Fidel Castro’s monument and caught the unsuspecting armed guard as well.

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Beni’s father, Aurelio, was also laid to rest at Santa Ifigenia, and Beni had an interesting story to tell about him.  During the revolution to dethrone Fulgencio Batista, the brutal and corrupt dictator who ruled Cuba from 1940-1944, Aurelio brought 89 men with him to the mountains to fight with Fidel.  Ultimately, as you know, they were victorious, and Fidel became the new leader of Cuba.  As a reward, Fidel made Aurelio a lieutenant in his army.  (As brutal as Batista was, Fidel seemed like the better option at the time; however, history tells us that Fidel was no angel either…)

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This shot (and the two below) were taken while making our way back to our waiting taxi.

After leaving the cemetery, Beni asked our taxi driver to give us a short city tour on the way to the restaurant, so we could see some typical neighborhoods, and observe how people live.  I wish there had been more time, because I would have loved to have done some in-depth photography rather than just grab the few shots I snapped out the window.

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As it turned out, Beni was so careful with our time, we arrived thirty minutes early to the restaurant!  To make the most of those extra minutes, Beni took us on a walking tour to see some things we had missed on our last visit to Santiago de Cuba.

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This was a (very old) local book store where tourists had added their photos and business cards to those pinned up by the locals.

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I’m guessing Cuba doesn’t have Match.com available to them!

Particularly memorable was a music venue where Cuban music legends had performed over the many years the club has been in existence.  Hundreds of pictures covered the walls, and hand-tooled leather chairs lined the floors in perfectly neat rows.  For $1 cover charge, you could occupy one of those chairs and take in the sounds of Cuban music.  (I dare you to sit still, though; the Cuban rhythms will make you want to dance!)

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In a side room, a chair was hung up on the wall along with a photo of Paul McCartney.  When the famous Beatle visited Santiago, that was the very chair he sat on to enjoy the sounds of the band performing the evening of his visit.

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We made our way back to Restaurant San Francisco and were led into a tiny air conditioned room with two tables where Eduardo and Grisel were waiting for us.  It was exactly noon, and it was quite apparent you could set your watch to Beni!

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This was a private restaurant (not a mediocre one run by the government), so the prices on the menu were in the old Cuban Pesos (CUP) rather than CUC, the newer currency.  After some quick calculations to make sure we brought enough CUC’s with us (and after realizing just how little this lunch for five would cost), I told our Cuban friends to order anything they wanted.

Good fish is very difficult to find for Cubans, and if they score some at a store, the price would be too high to afford.  All of the best fish is reserved for the tourist restaurants, and most Cubans get paid too little to afford to dine in one.  In addition, the harbor of Santiago de Cuba is not somewhere you would want to drop a line to catch your own fish.

Everybody else ordered fish from the menu, but I opted for shrimp.  After singing happy birthday and toasting Beni, we settled in for a tasty meal and interesting conversation.  Eduardo shared some cute videos of his little grandson on his cellphone (At the age of two, the tot is already learning to cook and work with glass like his grandpa.  The knife skills of this kid were amazing!), and Beni shared photos of his family.

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In all, our lovely meals and non-alcoholic drinks came to less than 23 CUC (about $23)!  Bruce gave the waitress 30 CUC and told her to keep the change.  I’m guessing that tip was the equivalent of ten days of income.

We all walked back to Artesania Art Deco to Eduardo’s shop where Bruce and Eduardo talked about glass with the help of Grisel’s translation, and I photographed the other artists to help promote Artesanias Art Deco on Trip Advisor, and elsewhere on the internet.  We also visited with Beni’s friends where Bruce had an opportunity to play catch with another baseball enthusiast.  Then, when Beni and Bruce broke into another duet, I couldn’t help asking them to start over, so I could catch it on video!

I also recorded an interesting interview with Beni, which over the coming days, weeks, months, and, hopefully years will become part of an on-going series of blog posts about my new friend.  I have saved every e-mail of substance he has sent, and at the rate we have communicated, I’m sure there will be many more.

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Watch Eduardo work the glass

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Listen to Beni & Bruce sing!

Our goodbyes at the end of the day were difficult, because our bond and affection for each other had grown stronger.  It was especially hard for me to say goodbye to Beni, and for Bruce and Eduardo bid farewell.  Eduardo’s last words through Grisel were, “Next time, you come to Cuba, you come to my house and have a meal with my family.”  It was delivered with such bravado and pride.

Beni walked us part-way to the ship.  We stopped him at a private spot where we were assured nobody would be watching us, because Bruce wanted to give him a parting gift, beside the bag of items we had brought for Beni and his family.  Since Beni isn’t a licensed guide, we didn’t want him to get in trouble with the government for receiving money from tourists.  We hadn’t hired Beni, and he wasn’t expecting payment; but we wanted to help him out as our friend.  When Bruce shook his hand, Beni felt the money Bruce had passed off to him, and Bruce told him to put it in his pocket.  Beni protested, saying he didn’t want this to be a business transaction.  We were touched that he was most concerned about our friendship enduring.   (I think I calmed his fears when I reminded him of all the e-mails we had sent back and forth before we knew we were returning to Santiago.  We never thought we would see him again, and our friendship stuck.  If anything, it has grown stronger!)

Someday, we hope to return to Cuba and have him guide us around his country.  Until then, I would like to help Beni by referring people to him to be their unofficial guide when they arrive in Santiago de Cuba.  As long as you keep it on the down low and use discretion, you all will stay off the police’s radar.  Even if he is stopped and questioned, you are friends of mine who have come to visit him at my request.  Right?  The Cuban government doesn’t check up on its citizens on the internet, so he has given me permission to give out his contact information.  Write a comment after this post with your request, and I will reply with an e-mail including all of Beni’s contact information.

Until then, here are some memories from our day in Santiago de Cuba:

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We stopped by to visit Hector, the wood carver we had purchased two carvings from during our previous visit.  At the time, I had shot a photograph of him holding our new purchase, so I made it into a card to give him.  He was so appreciate we had remembered him, he gave me this bracelet (below):

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These classic taxis dropped off some passengers at the terminal, and I was able to get a good angle from the ship’s top deck after we returned.

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A storm brewed as we made our way back to the ship, and we arrived just in time before the incoming storm hit.

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Seen during our sail out of the harbor…

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Coming up next:  Our Third Visit to The Dominican Republic; Sixth and Seventh to Chocal

SANTIAGO DE CUBA: OUR REUNION WITH BENI, EDUARDO, AND GRISEL

Leading up to our April 9th departure from Miami aboard Fathom’s Adonia, the e-mails between me and Beni were flying across the internet at a rapid pace.  Beni was so excited we were returning to Cuba and would see him on his birthday, April 11.  We planned everything out to make sure we were all prepared to take full advantage of our day together, including taking him out to lunch along with Eduardo and his assistant, Grisel.

In one of Beni’s messages, he told me he went to meet Eduardo and Grisel, so he would be familiar with them before our reunion.  As it turned out, they had known each other years before in the military!

Eduardo, a glass blower for the past thirty years, is the only glass artist in the country producing and selling his glass pieces.  Procuring supplies is extremely difficult—and expensive—so it has held him back from being able to create art without limitations.  He asked Beni to pass along the message to Bruce that if there was any glass we could bring with us to Cuba, Eduardo would buy it.  Bruce immediately scoured his studio to compile a care package of glass rods and small pieces of glass we could carry.

Meanwhile, I asked Beni what items I could bring for him and his family that are difficult for them to buy, but easy enough for us to pack.

Fathom frowns on passengers bringing items to donate arbitrarily to people on the streets, and I agree with their “give them a hand up, not a hand-out” philosophy.  Creating a begging culture among the locals and expectations of getting free hand-outs from tourists has negative long-term ramifications.

Specific gifts, on the other hand, met with the Fathom Impact Travel Staff’s approval, since the items would be distributed privately to our friends.  The glass in particular was viewed as a great way to give Eduardo a hand up.  He had planned on making a glass piece to enter into an art competition, and the glass Bruce was bringing could be used for that purpose.

For Beni, I had promised him I would make a flash drive of our favorite music; but, I also added pictures of our community and home, favorite photos I used in my photo notecard line ( www.ExquisiteCards.Fototime.com ), photos I took of Santiago de Cuba during our previous visit, the video of Beni and Bruce singing “Dock of the Bay”, and anything else I thought he would like.  Since he was in need of data storage, I loaded it all up on a 64 gb flash drive I purchased on Amazon for only $15.  (I don’t even want to THINK about what I spent on the 1 gb external hard drive when I started my document scanning business, Doc – to – Disc, back in 1993.  It was a four-figure expense!  Writeable TDK gold cd’s cost me $26 EACH!!)

I also asked Beni what I could bring his family.  His first response?  Glow-in-the-dark stars he could put up on the ceiling of his granddaughter’s bedroom.  That warmed my heart!

What else?  Beni gave me a list of ideas, but he insisted I shouldn’t buy all of the items.  They were just options:  Toothbrushes, toothpaste, dental floss, deodorant, and some other personal care items I was unable to decipher from his English usage in the e-mails.

We decided to bring him everything we could figure out from the list, most importantly, the stars (and planets, too!).

Fortunately, our community had a vendor fair just days before our departure, so we gladly accepted the handouts representatives insisted in throwing into our goodie bags as we roamed from table to table to learn about their businesses.  The dental care kits were especially appreciated, as were the pens, notepads, and tote bags.  All of it went to Cuba with us for Beni and his family, where we knew it would be much appreciated.

Putting it into perspective as to why we took it with us instead of donating it to our local food bank as usual, the average salary in Cuba is about $20 a month.  When Beni completes his exams and becomes a pastor at his church, he will earn only $12 a month.  Sure, the government pays for their education, healthcare, telephone, and some food (additionally, utilities and housing are low in cost through subsidies); however, Cubans must pay for everything else on an average income of $20 per month!  The cost of a bottle of shampoo in Cuba?  $5.  A toothbrush?  About $1.  That’s more than a typical Cuban earns in a day!

Our plan was to meet up across the street from the port, once we arrived in Santiago, cleared customs, and exchanged our dollars into CUC’s (roughly an even exchange not counting fees).

We didn’t know what to expect when we put our bags through the x-ray machine after having our passports stamped.  Would we be questioned?  Would they forbid us to bring these items into the country?  Surprisingly, my bag of goodies for Beni wasn’t questioned at all.  Instead, it was the box of glass Bruce attempted to carry through in my Speedo backpack.  (Fortunately, the bracelet Bruce made for Grisel went unnoticed.)  The agent pulled us aside, opened the box, and gave Bruce a confused look.  Whether he understood our explanation (or even understood English), we’ll never know; but, I think it helped to point to my earrings, and then point to Bruce and say “artist”.  We told him the glass was for Eduardo, a glass artist at Artesanias Art Deco.  Either the customs agent understood and accepted our explanation, or he just wanted to get rid of us, once he saw we didn’t have anything illegal in the box.  Needless to say, we hustled ourselves out of there before they could change their minds!

Beni spotted us immediately and came running across the street to greet us with a big smile and bear hug.  As we discussed our plan for the day, we were disappointed to hear we wouldn’t be able to meet the rest of his family.  There was an unexpected death of someone they knew, and they had to go to the funeral.

Before walking up to Eduardo’s glass studio, I told Beni we would give him his goodie bag at the end of the day, so he wouldn’t have to carry it around; however, I wanted to give him his flash drive right away, so I wouldn’t forget about it.  You should have seen the surprised look on his face when he opened it up and saw “64 gb” printed on the plastic!  The largest size flash drive available in Cuba is about 8 gb, and it’s very expensive for them to buy.

Eduardo’s facial expression was even funnier when he opened the box of glass.  Another photo that got away; I should have been prepared…  It was priceless!  It reminded me of the look a kid gets when he walks into a candy store—pure delight!  Seeing colors of glass he otherwise has no way of obtaining was so amazing to him, we could practically see his mind wheels turning with ideas of creations he would make with his new-found glass.

Then, a serious look appeared on his face.  Through Beni’s translation, Eduardo wanted to know, “How much do I owe you for this glass?”  Bruce quickly replied, “Oh no, no, no; this is a gift!”  The look of gratitude and his sincere, “Muchas gracias!” needed no translation.

Meanwhile, Grisel smiled broadly as I put the bracelet on her wrist.  She loved it!

Bruce and I looked at each other and smiled.  This was going to be a very memorable day!

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Beni, Grisel (wearing Bruce’s bracelet), Bruce (holding Eduardo’s gift), Eduardo

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Me with my friend, Beni

 

Next up:  OUR DAY WITH BENI, EDUARDO, AND GRISEL

MAKING FRIENDS IN CUBA

When we left the port for a walk through the streets of Santiago de Cuba, we hoped we would meet some locals we could converse with in English, since our Spanish is extremely limited.

A large center for artisans caught our eye as a first stop, because I had also hoped to bring back a small wood handicraft to add to my international collection from my travels.  Surprisingly, in addition to woodcraft, we also spotted a glass artist who did torch work to create glass figurines.

Although Eduardo didn’t speak English, his assistant, Grisel, spoke enough to communicate with us and translate to Eduardo.  We conveyed that Bruce was also a glass artist, and I showed them my earrings that Bruce had made for me.  The two men talked “shop”, and a bond was formed.

After a long conversation, we wished them our best and thought we would continue on our way to Cespedes Park where the cathedral was located.  Eduardo turned and grabbed a glass globe containing a purple flower from his display shelf and insisted on having Grisel wrap it up as a gift for us.  We insisted on paying, but they wouldn’t allow it.  Instead, we asked Grisel what her favorite color was, so we could send her one of Bruce’s fused glass bracelets.  Business card in hand, we were on our way, amazed at what had just transpired.

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On average, Cubans earn the equivalent of a mere $20-$40 per month.  (Actually, their new currency, the Cuban Convertible Peso, CUC, is worth about $1.)  The fact they wanted to give us a “present” (as she insisted) spoke to what our interaction with them meant.  They were so pleased to learn we were Americans, too; and, it warmed my heart there was still somebody in the world who liked Americans.  I truly believe that won’t be the case in the coming years…

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During other interactions with the locals who spoke English, we were pleased at the overwhelmingly pro-American sentiments expressed to us.  I was thankful we visited Cuba so early in Trump’s presidency.

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After listening to a violinist in Cespedes Park (the town square), we climbed the stairs and peeked into the cathedral.  More enjoyable, though, was watching the bustling streets below us.   A few 1950’s-era American cars drove past, and well-dressed students in their crisp blue uniforms walked by with their backpacks.  (Later in the week, in the Dominican Republic, I would learn just how hard the word “backpack” would be for a Spanish-speaking woman to pronounce in English!)

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Fidel Castro gave his first speech from this balcony in 1959.

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The first building on the left was built in 1519.

Along our stroll through the streets of the city center, we came across a small town square where an unusual band was performing for tips.  The featured instrument was a 1950’s hand-cranked organ, unlike anything we had ever seen before.  When I gave the musician a big smile and a curious look, he responded in kind and was pleased I wanted to photograph his band.  The music they played was fabulous, so I shot this clip:  https://youtu.be/rvc7L25oIgg .

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We enjoyed strolling along the pedestrian street and watching the people go about their day.  Although I am not much of a shopper back at home, I am always curious to poke into local shops when I am traveling, just to see what the locals buy and sell; and, at what price.

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Playing dominoes is a favorite pastime in Cuba, so we paused to watch a couple of games being played in the small city parks.

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Before making our way back towards the ship, we allowed plenty of time to return to Eduardo’s shop to buy them a cold drink and say a final goodbye.  Eduardo had left for a meeting, but we treated his wife to a cola and promised to send one of Bruce’s glass bracelets when we returned home.

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In the same artisan’s complex, we stopped to look at some other shops and came across a friendly man who spoke English.  He asked, “Where are you from?”  When we replied that we were from the United States, he grinned and asked if he could practice his English with us.  The extroverted man said he didn’t want anything from us, but did we have time to just have a conversation?

Well, that is exactly what we had hoped for when we stepped foot on Cuban soil…

Next up:  OUR NEW CUBAN FRIEND “BENI”