My wife, in her infinite wisdom, made the executive decision when she was planning last summer's trip to Cuba to break up the travel with three days at the Melia Cayo Coco, a resort 30 miles off the north coast of Cuba, connected to the mainland by a causeway. Excellent idea! We did take an excursion to the mainland and visited the sleepy little town of Moron, about an hour and a half from the resort. The top photo depicts the Moron train station, always interesting places for me. The next photograph is not particularly interesting compositionally but does show a train, a horse, a bike, and a truck, as well as a car barely visible behind the truck, in the same shot. Coppelia's is famous all over Cuba for its ice cream, and people are lined up waiting for the place to open. Cubans will line up for just about anything, it seems. The young man in the red shirt is a dive master at the resort and we befriended him the first day. Cubans are warm, gregarious, and equipped with a great, but often fatalistic, sense of humor. He traveled by bus over an hour and a half each way to get to and from work but he wasn't complaining. He loves his job and gets to meet foreigners from all over the world. He gave my wife a book of Cuban history he had in high school. Margaret and I and Sue and Nigel were joined on the trip by two lovely ladies I have the privilege of working with every day. Meighan, at left, is my boss as head of the English department. A stern taskmistress! Leslie is the History department head. Both were fantastic travel companions.