Havana Day 1

My buddy Zach kept a trip log so I figured why create when I can copy:

Day 1
We arrived in Havana today at 3.
By the time we cleared customs and found our bags it was 4. Devin's bag was literally the last one off the plane and the moving carousel was shut down after his rolled off.
After converting euros to CUC (convertible pesos for tourists) we were into a cab and on our way to the house we'd rented. Calle 28 between 19 and 21; número 209.
Upon arrival I realized that we would be living in a house with it's owners. While this seems strange, there were 3 generations there to greet us and welcome us into their home. We'll be here for 8 nights and the rent is $1050! We unpacked a bit and then went to the front room to have a beer and relax. We eventually joined the family on the back veranda, a beautiful tiled area outside the house with grape vines growing overhead to block the sun. It's not too hot, but feels just like Key Largo- sticky and humid. There's a minibar in each room and we each have our own bathroom.
Scott was due in at 7:30. After a couple of hours we left to get dinner and attend an opening of a photographic exposition at the university. The photographer is in his early 20's and shoots in black and white. We sat down to have dinner at the dinner attached to the Havana Libre, but after a few minutes, no one had come to take our order and out the window we could see that there was a lot going on across the street at a pizza place called Dino's pizza; the first joint that I've been to that doesn't use tomato sauce on their pizza. Devin pointed out that there were exactly 2 pieces of pineapple on each piece. We walked from the pizza joint to the exposition and after a few wrong turns we found our way. There was a crowd assembled outside the gates and once i looked up and saw Scott on the inside! He and his driver had just walked right in. About 30 min later we choose the same tactic and waltzed like we owned the joint. After a few performances by local singing groups and speeches we viewed the photographs and then left to find a drink. 
We set out to find a place to have a few beers and settled on an old Hemingway joint called Ambos Mundos. It seemed to be a nice hotel, there wasn't much going on but the bar was beautiful and there were photos of Hemingway everywhere.