Every night at the impressive fort of San Carlos, across the water from the tip of Old Havana they have soldiers, costumed in Spanish colonial dress, set off a cannon at 9p.m. On my previous three visits I had never gone, so it was time. Getting there under the tunnel across the water and back was half the fun, public tranport in Havana being what it is. I had actually hoped to insert a mpeg I filmed of the cannon going off, but haven't figured out how to tranfer it from my trusty Sony CyberShot to my computer so that I can open and edit it and upload it to this site. Anyway, here are a few photos of last night. This way I have more or less caught up with my Havana days.
Who knows what directions this blog will take off into now that the diaristic part has been updated? Books? Sexcapades? Denunciations? Prognostications? Right now I'm content to have gotten this far and delighted to be able to document my trip in a blog, a lot more powerful than the emails that comunicated my enthusiasm during the six weeks of my first first here 5 years ago. Maybe I can retrieve them and insert the photos I have from that visit into an updated blog form. Certainly, the excitement of pushing the techno envelope is a main source of the joy of travelling for me. Despite my lifelong writer's block that has deeper roots than my lavish linguistic gifts seem to be able to contend with, when I'm on the road there is a kind of ecstasy involved. It liberates the spirit and somehow makes language no longer an obstacle but rather a vehicle of the joy the spirit takes in seeing and being in the world, almost as a newborn giggles and crawls and dances to express the inarticulate wonder of being on this earth.
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