Blog Surfs: Baracoa
Odd how one song can make up the soundtrack of your life? Soundgarden just happened to be playing as I peered down from the plane window to see the deepest black sand beaches desperately trying to flee dense jungle. My seatmate asked, “There is going to be a runway some time soon, right?” We were only about two feet off the turquoise ocean when we suddenly hit pavement.
Hola Baracoa.
....or should I say Holy Baracoa? Hurricane Ida came in behind us, unleashing torrential rain for days. Angry ocean blasted waves over the measly malecon seawall and the Baracoanians went about their lives without batting an eyelash...they’d seen this all before. Undeterred, my first few glimpses of Baracoa between the sideway rain gave me the impression that I may have accidentally stumbled onto the set of an old western movie carved from a jungle. Located at the far east end of Cuba, Baracoa is a sleepy village, stunning and raw.
