BARE DERRIERES

We had to leave the house before dawn to catch our American Airlines flight in Austin, and our second plane was there waiting for us when we reached our Miami gate. But, just as we were patting ourselves on the back for how smoothly the day had gone, they announced that there was something wrong with the plane, and they would have to find us another one. When we finally arrived in Cuba, two hours late, we were escorted to their VIP lounge.

There we relaxed, enjoying free beverages, while someone else gathered all our luggage and took it through customs for us. The only way to travel! Once we had our bags, we were met by the ever humorous Armando, our Cuban tour guide, and his expert driver/mechanic, in the 14 seat chariot that was to be ours for the duration. The original plan was for us to go straight to our hotel to relax a bit, unpack, clean up, and dress for the evening. But, because we were so late getting in, they had no choice but to rush us straight to the evening's entertainment, bedraggled as we were. So what is the one place everyone thinks of first, when you say Havana?

Yep, we were on our way to the infamous Tropicana Club, for dinner and a show!

The facility itself was pretty impressive, but the costumes? Oh my!

On the downside, you had about a thousand people packed into that space, and when you try to feed a thousand people all at once? Well, it was edible. Barely.

Funny, when Hubby and I went to see the Folies Bergeres in Paris about 40 years ago, it was all about breasts and legs. Here it was all about bare derrieres. And, the show was long. Really, really long. One hour of staring at fanny floss would probably have been enough for me. Three hours was a bit much.

Of course, if you ask my hubby, he might feel differently.