God's waiting room

I'm sitting on a rocking chair in the conservatory in our Casa Particulare in Havana.  It's on the 12th floor and you seem to be able to see in every direction from different parts of the apartment.   Can't quite see the Florida Keys from here, but if I was a few more floors up...

We've just had our holiday from our holiday with a couple of nights in a resort on Cayo Santa Maria.  The beach was nice.  We sat in our lounger in the morning, had a little paddle in the waves breaking on the shore (no swimming flags were up), and took a walk along it in the afternoon. My big achievement was finishing a book that I had borrowed from their library.  The pools are nice (there's a bar in one), our room was nice, our view was nice.

I've heard these chain of islands called, "God's waiting rooms".  This is a little unfair, but not entirely inaccurate.  On the night that we had dinner at the Japanese restaurant, we shared a table with some people from Quebec.  They outdo the French when it comes to French arrogance.   Not a word of Spanish, and unwilling to speak any English.  This left our chef stuck with mime and no conversation with the Brazilian couple at our table.  So, I photo bombed their group photo.