How I Met a Jinetera in Havana
A few years after the death of my wife, I was still single and decided to make a trip to Havana Cuba.
The second day I was strolling on Obispo street in the Old Havana area when a tall good looking mulata came from the opposite direction. The moment we crossed she smiled to me and I automatically smiled back. She must have seen this as an invitation, she made a turn and walked with swinging hips a few metres in front of me.
She slowed down till we reached each other. She said some things in Spanish that I didn't understand.
We were in front of the Ambos Mundos hotel and I invited her in the lobby bar for a drink. Over a Mojito she told her story. She was twenty, her father was a taxidriver who made long hours for only 25 dollars per month, her mother was working in an hospital for 15 dollars.
She was twenty and already divorced, her ex Cuban husband had beaten her on several occasions. We drank an other Mojito and I promised her to come back the next day. On my way back to the hotel, I did some thinking about the age gap, she twenty and me in my early fifties, she could have been my daughter.
I didn't go back and a few days later I met a wonderful Cuban woman in a non-tourist bar after two years and many trips to Havana we got married. After four years of a happy marriage I am planning to retire in Havana.