My Spanish is better than I thought...

...but not as good as they seem to think it should be. A few words in Spanish and they fly, as if I am fluent, into rapid-fire Cuban. Its incredible. I speak a mixture of French and English, but nobody understands. Yesterday had a conversation in three languages. All I wish is to learn them, I hear these words and almost discern their meaning.

I haven't the time to describe this city, Havana, so old with so much to say. Change pours out of these streets, and the people move to a different call than the one we seem to hear.

I must go, a bus is waiting. Needless to say, this has been incredible so far.