las parrandas

Tengo una terapia de autoayuda infalible: cada vez que tengo un problema o me siento triste, evoco alguno de mis viajes, los lugares por donde me eché a andar, a los amigos que visité y a los nuevos amigos que hice… Los aromas, sensaciones y sabores nuevos. Los tragos y parrandas. La cultura y el aprendizaje que nos brindan los destinos y su gente. Las tantas veces que me he perdido y me he encontrado. Todas las veces que he desafiado mis miedos.

-Jose Mujica.

Si me mandaste ala verga no me abrases, que el consuelo lo ayare en las parrandas, pistiando y pistiando un buen buchannan’s hasta borrar de mi memoria tu nombre, alcabo cabrones ay y a montones y hasta mejores! Alv tu pinche amor! 💔✊🍺
—  Como dijo la Rosita
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Yay! Finally going though some Cuba photos. This is Christmas Eve in Remedios, Cuba, where 2 rival neighborhoods (El Carmen and El Salvador) meet in the center of town and try to out firework the crap out of the other neighborhood. It was insane. In. sane. People started lighting off homemade sugar cane fireworks off rooftops around 4 pm. Thousands of explosives rained from the sky, people began to run for cover, as many of the fireworks flew into the crowd. I only got slightly burned. This went on for hours. Hours. Dancing and music and drinking rum in the streets insuded. Each neighborhood built massive light displays and floats that were pulled around the square by tractors around 3am. The party lasted until well into the next morning. Everyone was hungover. Everyone. Including the taxi drivers (which we needed to catch a bus to Havana). Luckily an extremely squished and nauseous public bus brought us ½ way - the other ½ was accomplished by hitchhiking (the public bus was waaaaaay too nauseous).