I accidentally chose a historic inn in the middle of the southern point. The exact room may be a designer piece. There were light yellow worn looking wood panels on the side and on the ceiling for wallpaper, felt like a small cabin, and it was perfectly nestled in the quiet corner where I could see the coconut trees decorating the evening sky in the middle of the house lights. Across the road was Hemingway's old house. I didn't enter as I felt already living in there. The old town is full of charm and history. I walked every morning and every evening, never bored ... there were rain, flood, sunshine and heat, that made them different.
Amazing food and not lacking that from the sea. Happy hours at Alonzo's and Half Shell raw bar, we got drinks and oysters, baked and raw, clams, mussel, conch ... we also tasted the lobster roll sandwich, Japanese noodle soup. But it was the cuban coffee and coconut water that stand out - we came to a small stand along the road on the southernmost point. Sitting by the road on wood benches, we enjoyed the emptiness along with the hot and cool drinks.
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