27 Jul Cuba Libre and No Hay Pan (we have no bread)
I'd just engaged in an argument with a feisty Cuban-American woman in which I said nothing. Nada, y pues nada. I was speechless though alert to what was about to happen when I saw her striding down the hall to the lost baggage claim, flanked by children and perhaps her mother, dragging a luggage trolley stacked high, bearing the same weary look we all had--all of us just arrived at the Tampa airport from Havana. She was shouting, shall I say, discouraging words. I had her bag all right....