It took me awhile to get through "Next Year in Havana" but thanks to some insomnia, I was able to read on in the wee hours of the full moon Thursday. Bill asked me if the book made me want to visit Cuba. My answer: No. Although, I enjoyed the historical fiction and multigenerational romances spanning the 1950's to 2017, the country still seems kind of depressing. Beautiful but depressing.
And speaking of depressing, instead of hiking mountains in cooler climes, we are back in Marco waiting out Covid-delayed parts and service for our Sprinter van. A major malfunction in the solar energy component has mechanics baffled. We high-tailed it down I-95, with drama-packed weather, to be back for Will's 27th birthday. I was thankful not to have to miss the first 9/2 celebration in his life.
Despite the van woes, our fun getaway to the NJ Shore was packed with exercise and relaxation. Long Beach Island is a great place for long bike rides and walks. Cyclists and pedestrians own the beach roads. We even enjoyed some responsible Covid-era socializing with immediate family and friends. It was great to see a couple of Lapland ladies, too, while in NJ.
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