I am feeling nostalgic again,and was looking at some old pictures that were not in my blog, Again, my blog is my life’s history so they needed to be in. Let me tell you a bit more on a personal note as to where I was born. Intrigue.? It has been a long trip of four nationalities now and 81 countries visited, and 5 countries live/work and 4 languages. Ok ok here is where all began, a looong time ago ; my birthplace of Punta Brava. Therefore, here is my take again on for me it all began here a looong time ago, Punta Brava, part II !!! Hope you enjoy the post as I.

Punta Brava is a small town located just to the southwest of Havana or La Habana, with roughly 1500 inhabitants, and now part of the municipal district of La Lisa (which was and still is a town of my days). It sits on the Carretera Central that goes west to east of the island ; just south at about 7 km of Santa Fe beach and Hemingway marina , It is also, 15 km from Jose Marti Rancho Boyeros International Airport of Havana, and 26 km from old town Havana (Habana Vieja).


Some other nearby towns are Guatao (where the cementery of my grandparents is located) at about 2 km, Cangrejeras on your way to Santa Fe beach at 3,5 km , the historical El Cano at 4,5 km and one already mentioned in my blog Arroyo Arenas at 4,6 km, I went to school , my last was Bauta 7 km , and where I still have the remaining one aunt and cousin Cayo La Rosa at 12,5 km.



This post is to all and especially to me as a reminder of what it was, a lingering space in time of a once upon a time place call Punta Brava, city of Havana metropolitan area, Republic of Cuba. Where born and grew up to 10 at Avenida 247 No 5006 !!!


Even if by now totally out of it still rings with nostalgia that I was born in Punta Brava. Now with the new revolution, all what was the town is gone and hardly anything looks the same, i will be lost. Cuba has change a lot, it’s not the same , and for me, it will never be the same…. Now, only faint memories lingered, and some places of share family values and love. Far far away, it seems difficult to even write that I went back in 1984 to see my paternal grandmother before she passed away, see my paternal grandfather, in 1998 to show my French wife the reality of there, and meet my family that was there and by now mostly gone too , again on a business trip with my French company in 2012, and that is enough seen ,no need for more. It seems to me like I was not from there. It required some days of adjustment for things to come back again a bit…


No tourist webpage for the above, just real story real memories to lingered forever and seeking new lands, always never looking back, it is you.Punta Brava and me, forever in my mind! Again, hope you enjoy the post on for me it all began here a looong time ago, Punta Brava, part II !!! as I
And remember, happy travels, good health, and many cheers to all !!!
Just two days ago, I met a Cuban who has been living abroad for 12 years and is happy to be so. It seems that happy Cubans don’t live in Cuba.
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The story repeats for 64 years.
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