Confession: I'm obsessed with the idea of going to Havana before Castro departs this veil of tears. I want to see it so badly. I want to stay in a dingy hotel room, that's hot and sweaty, with just a ceiling fan making slow rotations round the room. Drinking white rum, and smoking with the old dames in their frilled petticoats. I want to experience watching a censored television...black and white... taking a trip back in time; before it catches up to the boring age we live in.
The bf has beef with the RHCP, but I love this version so much, and I dance to it so often; I'm sure he will understand. I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go!!!