Flying to Cuba to Visit Hemingway’s Finca Vigia-Part 2

After leaving the Finca Vigia, we rode in the passenger van back to Havana. It’s about a 12 mile drive. I had never seen Havana before, and I had no idea what to expect.

Havana is a rich city in terms of architecture. It’s a photographer’s dream.
It’s like stepping back in time. These old cars are everywhere.

We found the city clean, but strangely empty. As we drove along the harbor front, there were dozens of tall buildings that sat empty. The economy has really suffered: between 2015 and 2022 prices rose 24-fold, while wages dropped by 96%. The average wage is a bout $13.00 per month.

We had lunch at a private restaurant up on the roof. No regular Cuban could have afforded the prices.
We also visited several of Hemingway’s favorite bars.
A car like this would fetch a high price in the states.

Cuba suffers from an unreliable power grid that frequently fails. Power is usually rationed, so that electricity is available only 12 hours a day or less.

One of the beautiful streets we walked. It was hot, very hot. We were constantly followed by street vendors.
We had a drink at several places, including this restaurant that used to be a private residence.
This was part of the former private home.
Same former private home. Absolutely beautiful.
Some of our guys wanted to smoke real Cuban cigars. They cost $60.00 each.
Our guide, Rico, and me, enjoying another drink. The heat was just bearable in the shade.
Going to the Floridita, a bar Hemingway made famous.
Inside the Floridita
Drinking at the Floridita. Yours truly in the middle.
We visited the Hotel Nacional. It’s very famous and beautiful, but Americans cannot stay there. While looking over the harbor we noticed there were no boats. We asked, and our guide said Cubans are not allowed to own them. They’d all leave.
Beautiful dining room at the Hotel Nacional.
Hotel Nacional.
One of the streets we walked. The buildings are impressive.
Some of the famous people who have stayed at the hotel.

I wish we could have stayed longer, but we had to catch our flight back to Key West. My overall impression of Cuba in that short trip was that Cuba has so much potential that is wasted by a government that has no idea what it is doing. So much opportunity exists for the Cuban people, so much potential prosperity, if only the communist/socialist power structure there could be wiped away. It’s a real shame. The poverty and failure there should be a warning to anybody who champions so-called “democratic socialism.” It sounds good, and promises the moon, but never delivers.

Going back through Cuban customs, the customs officer made a big show of sternly stamping my passport. When I examined it later I saw there was no stamp. No ink was in his stamp.

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About David Grant Urban

David Grant Urban is an award-winning novelist whose work explores journeys, resilience, and the American road. His debut, "A Line Intersected" (2017), is a literary noir thriller set in San Diego. His second novel, "A Road Wanting Wear" (2023), a gritty motorcycle adventure, took First Place in Literary Fiction at the 2023 Firebird Awards and was a finalist for the Santa Fe Writers Project Literary Awards. Kirkus Reviews praised his “masterful” depiction of a biker’s life, dusty locations, and the exhilaration of the open road. A San Diego native who spent years living an itinerant life—cross-country by bicycle and rail, and two years aboard a sailboat—Urban now makes his home in East Tennessee. He continues to write short fiction and is at work on a sequel to his first novel.

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