Yes, dear reader, damas y caballeros, I will not deny you, as to seeing the end of the last entry looked like: Of course I'm asleep, and woke up in bright sunshine at precisely the time when I had a date with my charming tour guide at the check-in switch from Airfrance. And with a head whose content was nothing promised. I then managed, somehow, it was damn close, and I never want to drink more alcohol before a long flight. So now
Cuba, ay! Cuba. How could I ever afford all the time to tell all the stories there were to tell of this wonderful, wonderful and awful island. I start at the center, which then might even have reached the end, but everyday life appears already at the feet of the door, and there is little time before he is back in the house and everything fascinates. So even before a hurry
The principle Mi Amor
I can each marry, wife, the Speed Dating and a certain restriction on the superficial averse in terms of inter-sexual approach in principle does not and is insolvent not just completely, only the following advice: Go to Cuba. Put on something nice, a dress is perfect, but need not be. You do not even look your most speak English very well, that's not so important. Just go to the street and go there most step, not too fast, up and down. If you will please not after a few minutes bidder selection whistling, snapping and contact willing men there, Just try it a few blocks or even in the nearest town. Tell you a copy, you can go on after about half an hour to plan the procedure of repatriation to Europe. You just need the money to shoot for his ticket. But if you take a break from the rigors of the Caribbean marriage market, try as quickly and silently to reach your accommodation and stay there until you have recovered - you sit on any case in a café, a bar or even on a park bench!
The good thing about all this is: you need never be alone in Cuba. You can always find company and it's not always just one thing. And the vast majority of Cubans are in almost every situation in the mood for a chat. They show their conversation partner (m / f) like to know how dear he / she is to them by him / her mind with pet names, which could translate all such as "my darling, my darling". Plays the intimacy or the length of acquaintance of the communicants do not matter. You have to know each other in Cuba not to be the other treasure. You have to want to tell the other anything nice to get him to call it treasure.
I came eventually to the point where I decided to make it easy, too. Actually, I am opposed to a partnership of endearment, but eventually it went for me here so not about partnerships and I also like to adapt myself to my surroundings. As we sat one evening in the idyllic Remedios on the terrace of a bar, it was not long before we were pulled by a small group conversation. This time, even women also were present, two pairs to be exact. The husband of one couple had together with another single man (whose alcohol level is approximately the equivalent of 15 cans of beer) all possible absurd suggestions on how one might make the next day with all those present. That's what we wanted, Almut my company and I, but not at all. We wanted to make absolutely the next day only two of us. As our intrusive Party but not let go, I decided at some point, it is now time to try the alleged Cuban way and said something harsh tone to the pair of man: "No, mi amor , you will tomorrow nowhere go with us, we go alone.. " Yikes, I had done wrong but what! Suddenly went into an excited clamor to me - not about whether the content of my words, no, focused on the single sentence: "Hey, you must not say he is not your sweetheart, he is their treasure!" With reference to the dyed blond companion to a pair of man. I mumbled some excuse, but thought, my goodness, I am going to constantly caressed verbal, which is absolutely in my opinion can have no meaning, but may not say mi amor to one whose real amor sits. Okay, I'm trying to understand.
I the lesson learned then on another occasion to end or covered their full content: A few times was I noticed that Cubans blocks located in one - judge talking, preferably ending with "mi vida" - often unknown "my life". For example: "That's right, a kilo costs 5 pesos mi vida." I was dismissed as said, for my central European terms of exaggerated verbal caresses. The true significance of this appendage opened up to me but only on an overnight trip violence, their history should be told another time, during our Cuban guide (a friend) leaned out the window and asked a passer-by did not quite familiar: "Is this the road to the police station, mi vida?" Pling! made it there in my head: not love, but life is thus the common diminutive for anyone in Cuba, and more than that, it is the usual form of address. Where we Germans with a messed-content-free try to make do Sorry and the Frenchman, yet still elegant Monsieur / Madame at hand to drive the Cubans to the same everything, I do not know about you, but you are my life, and if I do not have the same can love, you mean to me as much as the pulse beat of my heart, even if I only ask for directions.
So once again return to the strategies of finding a partner in Cuba: If you like a particularly good and not belonging to his wife in sight, call it my love . If any of you not so good and you like him kindly or not want to reject so friendly, you name it my life. And you do not comply with any ethical issues to your sense of what is important now for you: life and love.
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