Moving Day

Today is Domingo, 13 enero. Amed and Inez are preparing to accompany Inez's sister to Santa Clara. So we have move to this very pleasant casa: clean, spacious, on the Prado, and near the downtown. They are going to provide shelter and some food to us for the next seven days or so. The casa is on the ground floor of a house, so does not have roof access. But much easier street access.

They have a young girl, I think about five. She is Aglaes and he is Fabio. She is a teacher of younger grades, but knows enough English to manage with us. Their father, whose name I don't know, lives with them and plays music.
We are both sad to be leaving the other place. Amed was very good to us, and his English was good enough to have a reasonable conversation. Plus he taught me some Spanish. But we'll see how this house works out—certainly a pleasant beginning here, and very comfortable.
After a settling in period and a short nap, we were off back downtown, both feeling pretty good. So we stopped at the Hotel La Union for a light lunch, before walking slowly back to the casa. We need to go out and find out where the bus station is, which appears to be only about six blocks away. But it's very hot right now, so we may stay inside for a bit.
(later)Went to the bus station, about seven blocks from our casa. It was a chaotic place. Fortunately, Aglaes said she would come with us to help us buy a Viazul ticket to get to Varadero. So hopefully she can negotiate better than I can, in Spanish (couldn't be much worse).
On our return, Fabio asked us to sit in the courtyard, and we had a very fractured talk with his poor English and my poor Spanish. His wife has a better idea of English, and says she take it three times a week for about two hours each time. She is looking to get her English and change from being a teacher to being something else. We agreed that she would practice her English with me, and I would practice my Spanish with her. We had a short lesson tonight (lección). I got some more words down in my book.
Soon, supper, which ins a fish soup (curried, delicious) and fish fillets (breaded, also very good but too much), with banana chips, salad, rice, and coffee. Good meal. But we are tired, even though it is only eight in the evening. May go to bed early again.
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Location:Casa 1935, Cienfuegos