Yesterday I walked by the beach, or rather the coast. There are a few nearby areas that they call the "beach," which I think may have more sand. Here it's mostly rocks.
Cuba continues to grow on me. I like the street vendors here. In the city there were so many that they sometimes annoyed me.
Eating fish near the sea.
While traveling, you often have to do what you can, when you can, where you can.
Often, the fact that things don't work out at first per plan is often advantageous.
Trying to book a place to stay, only two wifi spots in town (the airbnb listing said wifi, but the host pointed out the public spots). A drunk comes by. A woman asks for money.