We are soused down with the requisite
cuba libres, and then some gorgeous young women in black minis spin around for us.
Rum and cokes were called nica libres instead of
cuba libres — the Revolution in Nicaragua had been like a little sibling, formed in its elder's image.
On the rooftop, we are given the traditional Cuban welcome for all gringos: a volley of mojitos and
cuba libres, which, because of the embargo, are mixed with TuKola, the Socialist alternative to Coke.
Just beware,
a cuba libre here costs double what it should.