As expected, today wasn´t the best of days. I had trouble keeping my eyes open at Spanish and decided to sleep between Spanish and salsa. Unfortunately, this was also the time Ivon had invited some builder to start hammering away so that didn´t help!

At salsa, it was just me which meant lots of practice... Yoyi said it would be half an hour with her and the rest with Angél, but I didn´t get that far, as half way through I went white as a sheet and had to stop. Yoyi started sprinkling cologne (sp?) over me, to revive me. So endeth the salsa lesson a bit earlier than planned... but I guess with four hours sleep, no food and lots of dancing it´s hardly surprising.

I went back home to sleep, and Ivon fed me a banana, to give me some vitamins. I did get some rest, but as things are heating up for the weekend, it´s very noisy.

When I was busy feinting at salsa, something was going on outside, some black man being beaten up by another and lots of people standing around shouting, but it wasn´t clear what it was all about. It´s very rarely you see any kind of violence here.

I went to Los Siete Mares but I think lots of people were hung over from yesterday and I know a few were leaving Havana on Friday as well. I met Sofie, the other Belgian girl, and Frank (one of the Francisco´s) was there as well. I promised to take Sofie to Habana Vieja tomorrow as she´s a bit scared being on her own. It seems the steps everybody takes in Havana are
1. freaking out
2. slowly getting used to things
3. loving it
4. leaving it

Unfortunately, I´m getting closer to step 4 now...