Vinales, Day 4 through 6 Cuba, Day 4 The mix of gasoline fumes and fresh cut grass makes for an unusual combination. As I am writing this, I am speeding along a highway in a rackety van complete with about 12 other tourists. Our luggage is piled precariously on the roof, tied together with string that inspires little confidence. Our driver, a man that could be aged 35 or 55 speaks no English and the few people in the car…
