Written by Summer B, High School/Pre-College Student Correspondent for CET Cuba: Advances in Healthcare, Summer 2019
Our merry band of travelers was weary after voyaging up and down the gilded stone steps that dotted the picturesque country side of Las Terrazas. We had spent the day wandering through the quaint country side and visiting local artisans, cafes, and the luxurious pool located at the hotel. As the sun sunk under the horizon, our adventures took us to the river that ran through the scenic town. Just off a small non-suspended bridge there was a tiny island that a monkey called home. As the day progressed, we began to get ready for what was meant to be the highlight of the day: the discotheque.
Hours elapsed and we emerged from our rooms all dolled up. We were ready for the discotheque. The long and arduous journey to the discotheque consisted of at least 600 stairs; my step meter was through the roof. As we approached the building of which the discotheque as to be held, there was a suspicious lack of music coming from the room.
As we gazed longingly into the barren room of which the discotheque should have been held in, there had been a terrible mistake. There was no discotheque! *GASP* We wandered home dejectedly, our dreams of dancing the night away under the strobe lights crushed. In the end, I think the journey meant more than the discotheque.
Sweet dreams from Cuba. XOXO