If you asked me my theme song for Cuba, It would be Aerosmith’s I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing.
Every time I slept or napped, it felt wrong. Like I was betraying this amazing country. 7 days was not enough. A year might not be enough to discover the wonder that is Cuba. That are Cubans.
One thing this trip did amongst others, was it gave me an appreciation for great dads.
Not what you were expecting right?
Maybe it was because I stayed at a family resort. I don’t know. I just fell in love with all the amazing dads I came across.
There was this one dad and his two kids; no mum in sight for the entire trip. I wondered if it was a divorce or death. Everyday at meal times, they ate together and then hand in hand went swimming in the beach or in the pool. You couldn’t see one without the other two. It warmed my heart to see how he gently loved on them. And the little girl, she was shy but she smiled at me. This is how I know Dad was doing a great job.
Then there was the Dad on the bus tour to the caves and his three kids. This dad would win Dad of the year in my book. After my own father of course. He was too much. He gave me baby fever. His daughters are definitely Daddy’s girls. Mum was just living da vi da loca because Dad did all the work. He changed diapers, cleaned snots, kissed away booboos and was just generally one of the most patient men I have ever met. Something he said made me think he is a doctor. (Going forward, I am considering doctors as suitors.) This would make sense-my father too is a doctor. Three well mannered kids that weren’t shy. The littlest one, Mimi played hide and seek with me on the bus. The oldest walked with me as we explored the cave. The boy was so cute and smart. All of these is how I know Dad was doing an amazing job.
Everywhere on this trip, there were dads carrying their little ones, scolding kindly, dancing with them, getting wet, changing diapers, letting them go naked, soothing the ones that needed soothing, laughing as their babies tried to be like them…
I feel like now I know what to look for in a father for my kids. My own dad is a couple of generations removed from the man I will end up with so it was great to be surrounded by great examples of dads closer to my age group.
Did I mention how much Cubans love to kiss? They kiss everywhere and every time. They remind me of Jackie and it makes me miss my chica.
The Canadians, the first time visitors appeared very shocked at all the kissing but I took it in my stride. There will be no “Never Been Well Kissed” on my epitaph. Cuba would have made sure of that if my mother hadn’t.
I was taking a walk on the beach with my new friend when the guy selling these beautiful shells tells us that instead of getting paid pesos for them he would take clothes from us for his children.
That broke my heart. Another great dad, thinking of his child first.
Cuba was a story waiting to be written. Cuba is a story unfolding, and beautifully I might say.
Song of the day: Aerosmith – I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing