Walking Cuba: El Camino del Cimarrón
<p>The earthy smell of coffee in the morning always makes me smile, especially when I am resigned to hitting the road without it. Joel is the owner of the hostel where I spent a restful night. It bears his name, brightly painted in blue on the metal garage door. A colorful bandana wraps around his head and he has coffee on the stove. He hands me a cup of steaming espresso.</p>
<p>“Drink as much as you want,” he says. “I can make more.”</p>
<p>Two or three demitasses later, I stand on the street, fueled by the coffee, ready to go. Alexis arrives with his sons, fraternal twins that do not look at all as if they belonged to the same litter. One is tall and slim, the other short and wiry.</p>
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