Spring Break Cuba 2011 Woooooooooooohooooo!!!!

Spring break, Cuba 2011 (Wooooooooooooo!!!) has started, and is almost coming to an end.  It started just like an MTV spring break, amongst my cubicle-mates, screaming, and mock-flashing each other.  I arrived into spring break, after a marathon of exams this past week that didn’t kill me and only made me stronger, that left me with the feeling of hating everything and everyone. But, don’t worry…I shook it off with the help of a super dance party until 3 a.m. on Friday night.  I walked into the school, like the 31-year old champion I am, standing in line at 3 a.m. with the rest of the revolutionary students at my school (and the baby-drunks rolling in at 3 a.m.) to wait in line for the prepared breakfast and packed lunch that the school prepared for the marchers who were celebrating the 50^th anniversary victory of the Bay of Pigs.  Professors were arriving for their obligatory presence at the victory march, but lunch sack in hand I hid in the darkness of the morning and made it in time to my bunk-bed for my floor-instructor to have seen me fully-showered and thinking I was being a good little patriot and heading to the march.  How did I celebrate???  By sleeping and guiltfully eating my cheesy bread sandwich and cookie the next morning, recapping the nights events over my cherished Peet’s coffee and reading my 1-month old San Francisco Chronicle like it was printed that very morning.  Damn…Heather and I high-fived each other the next morning because you know what…we still got it.   I am sure we gave those kids a lot to talk about (scandalous), but you know what…we are also the same two champions that are at the top of our classes, but still have the urge to act like the half-retards we once were in our 20s and can still be in our 30s. 

I’m enjoying the warm weather, the taste of cold beer on Cuban beaches, getting back into running, and of course having the best views of half-naked Brazilian boys outside our dorm room, the full view of wild animal kingdom cat-sex right outside my window, and the never-ending view of the Caribbean.    So, for now…my brain is turned off for a few days and will be back in full-gear to finish off my last 9 weeks at ELAM. Then, I will once again be flying to Ah-may-rica…crossing the Cuban/Mexican/U.S. customs borders to see my family and friends, and you know…bringing myself to tears of joy when I get to eat those nachos drenched in jalapenos at the Cancun airport.