Intrepid Group.
“Chicas, hola!” a voice called out to us from across the street. We all paused and rolled our eyes.
We’d been complimented or waved down more times than hours we’d been in the country and it was getting a little predictable. I’d met friendly locals in many countries, but Cubans were something else.
“My girlfriend lives next door to your casa, I saw you arrive earlier. ¿Como Estas?”
