If you know the lyrics you can hear them as you read them from your screen.
Is there a more swinging melody out there?
The more hip among you will also grasp the connection to José Marti, Cuban hero.
So, this is clearly a lead-in to something...
We have tried to concentrate on the beauty of straight lines, but we have failed.
Particularly when it became clear that the land ahead of us, Colombia, was a land of marinas where visiting yachts were concerned.
I'd love to spend some time in Colombia. But if we're going to have to stay in a marina anyway, and this is our one-and-only (please, god) visit to the Caribbean, then maybe we should go stay in a marina in Cuba instead.
So! I overcame my severe allergy to authority long enough to ask the US Coast Guard, "Mother, may we?" in my sweetest voice. And today we got the answer (above).
So as soon as I finish off these damn research proposals (may they go forth and be fruitful) and finish a few pressing boat jobs (some things never change), we're gonna catch the first thing smokin'.
And we're going north, not west.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera...