Mexico is not a safe place to visit today, at least I wouldn't go there. That's all. My son & his wife still vacation there. So, they are younger than me, plus he is like you, David, and owns big guns. They are gutsy people and know Mexico very well. Still, I would be happy if they chose another vacation spot.
An ear singer about Cuba? The whore houses, to put it bluntly. I dated a guy when about 19 who traveled there on business. He told stories of how the girls lined up, he picked one and they went upstairs together. And, yes, I heard the details. I didn't marry this guy.
We bought a trunk at a garage some time ago. It was solid wood, calico, tiny flowers, not looking very expensive when once new. T'was a great thing to hold old newspapers, kittens in the winter, wood for fireplace, man it just wouldn't wear out. I had a notion one day to rip the tacky print off and cover it in leather, or vinyl. Hey, I was working myself sick for a week and I didn't put a dent in that cover coming off. The tacks were wierd tiny little things that couldn't be pulled out, so I ripped off part of the cloth finding fairly thick layers of old newspaper.
What a find! They were dated turn-of-the-century late 1880's or 1890s. I read everything I could ease out of there. One story was about the 6-horse pulled carriages that carried people around town, in Havanna, Cuba. What a cacaphony of sound that must have been, with bells here and there all over the horses and their heads held high, mane flowing. They were cantering! (the horses, that is).
The front page of one section showed a large black woman (looked like Aunt Jemimah) washing clothes in a washtub with a rub board, big smile. It was an advertisement for soap.
I would have loved seeing Cuba before it changed so drastically since the dictator. Never did, probably never will. Same for Mexico.
Well, this is a story within a story.