I'm Home

I am home. I am in Lloyd. I have had three martinis, I ain't gonna lie to you.
I am exhausted beyond belief. My darling dear husband has let me start to tell my story. I have greeted my chickens and Jack. Maurice has yet to be seen. She is probably so pissed at me.
I feel as if I have been on another planet. My head truly is exploding.
I went to Cuba with very few conceived ideas about what it would be like. Hell. You know- I had one week to get ready.
And now I have one billion questions about what is going on in that place where I spent four nights, five days. I have seen so much. I have heard so much. I have observed so much. I have met some of the most beautiful people I have ever met in my life.

I have seen Communism, I have seen with my own eyes what the American embargo has done to an entire nation.
Like this:
Say you want a light bulb. Okay. So it can't have been made in the USA and if one tiny part of it was made in a country who does business with the USA, you can't export it to Cuba.
Like that.

If you ever go to Cuba, take toilet paper.

That's all I have to say tonight. There will be so much more.

And I will say this- I am changed.
I am a 61 year old woman who has been to Cuba.

I'm  a fucking Bad Ass.

So to speak.

Can you believe that?

I would normally say, "Yeah, me either." But in this case I say:

I'm a fucking Bad Ass.

So is Lis. Who may have been the first person ever to play banjo in Cuba.
No fucking shit.

Love...Ms. Moon