Headed Home

After visiting with the children at the church in the morning, we hit the road back to Santa Clara to catch our flight home.  It was about an hour's drive in the old Lada.  We just managed to cram our two suitcases in the trunk (thank goodness we had mostly emptied them with the gifts we brought).  We packed ourselves into the car and set off.  We were glad to have the windows down, but Darcy and I were both sporting a very windblown look by the time we arrived at the airport.  

One of the strange things about this trip was never having any local currency.  When we were greeted at the airport, there was no opportunity to exchange any dollars for pesos.  At the camp, we had no need for money, and I didn't really need to buy anything in Placetas, but I did want to get a gift for my husband.  I had in mind two cans of local Cuban beers.  I finally decided to try to make this purchase in the airport at the duty free store.  Most of these are filled with high end perfumes and liquors, but that was not the case in Cuba! There was not much other than rum and cigars in the store, but they did have a few cans of local beer, and they took US dollars.  I was in luck!   

We settled in to wait for 2 hrs until boarding.  I was glad I had a few chapters left in my book because there was no long terminal to walk and nothing much to see.  When you are ready to get home, the last wait is the longest. 

Adios Cuba, until next time.