Because of The Big Vacation, we watched and discussed it at dinner a lot. Until finally Daddy pulled the Havanna plug. He waited until he had Nassau in the bag before announcing it so I was fine... one small Caribbean Island was just like another to me back then. And that wasn't the draw anyway.
The big deal was the airplane. I would get to ride in an airplane for the first time ever. Oh what a BFD this was. In the early 50's riding on an airplane was a BFD for everyone actually. We wore our Sunday clothes. Our stewardesses (no flight attendants back then) were both nurses (I asked) although that requirement had been lifted. They were very pretty. The flight was VERY short but we got tablecloths on our tray tables and a Shirley Temple. It was amazing.
We spent 3 days in Nassau and I spent a lot of them looking forward to airplane ride #2 which did not disappoint.
I was kind of fascinated by all the Castro news this weekend. And by remembering that vacation. I'm so very grateful to have experienced all that and still be alive to experience all the amazing things that happen these days.