I have goggle-imaged Casa Particular, Havana, because that is the sort of accommodation in which Lis and I will be staying. The range of such accommodations is huge. This could be awesome. I hear we need to take anything we might possibly need because we won't be buying it there unless it's a hat or wooden carvings. This does not sound quite accurate but whatever. Also? Toilet paper. Also? Wet wipes. I remember the toilet paper in Europe in the 70's. Sanicrepe. Crepe paper on a roll. Like you use to decorate for a birthday party when your child turns three, except not in colors. I was seventeen/eighteen then. What did I care?
I am almost 62 now.
I am almost 62 years old and what if Lis and I got to stay in a place with a courtyard?
This would be okay too.
I'll report back on all of this when I get back.
I'm going to lunch with Hank and Lily and the children. This is good. I need to get my head out of my ass in all senses of the word, including the need to take Wet Wipes.
I need to buy a sewing kit and perhaps some Pepto Bismal tablets. Or something like that.
I need to weed my garden and clean out the hen house. Seventeen chickens in one roost area creates a great deal of poop.
I seem to be writing about poop-related issues a lot here.
I'll stop now.
All love...Ms. Moon
P.S. Happy Friday, y'all.