Colorful Cuba!
She wore a blood-red shirt, too tight on her chest, but clean and pressed as if she was going somewhere special. The top button was missing, and the next buttonhole was being held by a pin. Her skirt was also tight fitting, had seen its better days and held by a worn-out belt. Her hair was upswept, as I imagine she kept it in her younger days when she was still eager to find the man of her dreams. She was still trying in her seventh decade of life. I could only detect only one tooth in the front [Read more...]
