Ah, supermarkets
Nine months after returning to the grey skies and warm homes of UK life, whilst I am on balance very happy to be home again, I do find myself missing aspects of life in Cuba. The climate is definitely the big one: sunshine and blue skies and perfect temperatures in the 'cold' season; sunshine and blue skies and massive thunderstorms in the hot season. Oh, how I hate being cold and how I long for regular sunshine and warm breezes. What else? Hummingbirds, jewel-like and tiny, darting onto my balcony to drink from the aloe flowers or whizzing around the bushes outside the school gates in the morning. Salsa lessons with friends from work and the little crew of teachers from Salsa en Casa who were excellent teachers and a lot of fun on a night out. Walking the noisy, dirty, crumbling, beautiful streets of Old Havana. Sundowners with friends at waterfront bars on Avenida Primera in Miramar. Wearing shorts and t-shirts and flip flops; yes, that's another reflection on the weather
