Current Mood: Happy & Happy

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, darlings and Dear Readers.  I’ll claim the holiday for meself, being a good 1/4 Irish (but when I drink, it’s way more) and looking damn near all-Irish, since I had my hair colored back to its almost-natural dark red.  Thanks for the welcome home from our trip to Cuba. I and me fine arse missed you.

I’ve got an assload of pix of the trip itself and hellz yeah, some are exceedingly naughty.  A week in a hotel room in a tropical location?  OF COURSE, we shot some homemade indie smut, which will be doled out accordingly to Mina Members over the next few weeks.  Dear Readers, I present you with a sneak peek of the 1st releases.  Click for full-size pix.

XxxMina fans got to share some R & R with me.  I’m cute as hell in a kerchief and pink dress that comes off quickly.  As for a tan, I did get a little glow:

SmokingMina fans got to relax on the balcony with me.  On the ground floor, with constant traffic back and forth to the beach, grill and a bar — that didn’t distract me from enjoying my drink and a few cigarettes and then my still-sandy-from-the-beach pussy.  I don’t THINK anyone saw much…and anyone who did never complained!  Especially my videographer….

Sure, we were away for a week but you know the action didn’t stop while we were gone.

GlamourSmokers smoking fetish fans got to join pretty brunette Jade for a cigarette:

Montreal Dream fans got to welcome back local lovely Donna.  She’s back to her dirty tricks and just loves giving the camera that little pussy peek:

So yeah, the trip itself.  We were in Varadero, Cuba March 2 – 9, at the Superclub Breezes.  Varadero is apparently the most popular “touristy” area of Cuba and we stayed at an all-inclusive sort of mini-resort hotel — bonus:  adults only.  That doesn’t mean the place was anything like Hedonism, just that we were pretty much rugrat-free for a week.  The room was great, bedroom, bathroom, sitting room and two balconies, and the whole place overall was charmingly run-down with distinctly Caribbean architecture.  The hotels, the town and its homes and businesses all look like it pretty much is:  once prosperous during some past boom, but no real money put into much since the bust.

Here are the pix I shot.  Joe shot a bunch too but I haven’t gotten around to downloading them off the cards yet.

The weather, unfortunately, sucked balls the first 5 days we were there.  We froze our butts off, bundled into hoodies and sweaters as much as possible and waited it out.  Buildings there aren’t like here with all that neat stuff like “insulation” and “heating systems” we take for granted.  When it’s cold in places like Cuba, there isn’t much to do except dress as warmly as possible and get your ass into bed under the covers.  There were inch-high gaps under all the outside doors and the high winds off the ocean blew in as it pleased whenever it damn well felt like it.  Luckily we’d heard from others who had been there the week before, watched the weather reports and packed accordingly, bringing everything from shorts and bikinis to warm sweaters and jackets.

We weren’t just being wimpy Canadians either…the locals themselves found it cold as well.  Hotel staff went around in long sleeved shirts, turtlenecks and pantyhose and one lady at the hotel shops told me as she eyed my oh-so-cute cropped motorcycle jacket that “We um….don’t have things like that here.  We can’t just go buy a jacket or a coat if we get cold.  So we don’t really know what to do when it’s like this…”  This was a very unusual cold snap, she and several others said.

The country itself is gorgeous…tropical, jungly with palm trees everywhere. The staff at the hotel was decent and took pretty good care of us, especially once we began to “collect” our pets.  As in, the Pet Waiter (a huge bald guy named Ivan.  Russian emigre in his mother’s woodpile? “Mebbe,” he said.), the Pet Cook (who quickly became a pain in the ass and was removed from the Pet list — just a little too stalky…and besides, he wasn’t really cute at all) and the Pet Bartender, a lovely old gentleman who immediately ran for our “cafe-meelk and peepermeent tea?“, whenever he saw us coming.  We’d have collected a Pet Maid too but she was a little shy, although terribly cute.

Away from the hotel and aside from the markets, the locals appear to take the throngs of tourists in stride, not paying a lot of attention to any of them.  The markets themselves were interesting with the usual local crafts that tend to fall apart as soon as you get more than a block away but I did pick up a couple of gorgeous hand-crocheted tops for only $15 CUC each.  We also came home with a Kg of coffee (yum….Cuban coffee rocks), a 26oz’er of rum (for company, since frankly neither of us drink much), a few books by Che Guevera, a kickass hoodie, and of course, cigars.  But not as many as you’d think.  We can get Cubans here, and frankly the prices weren’t as cheap as Joe thought they’d be.

But the CIGARETTES….wow.  Best prices I’ve ever seen in my life, and Cuba itself is a smoker’s paradise!  No, we couldn’t smoke in the hotel buffet hall, but pretty much everywhere else, including restaurants and apparently even in the towns’ stores…hellz, yeah.  Packs of cigarettes were something like $1.80 each (well, in Cuban convertible pesos, that is, which is the “tourist” currency we had to use) and the cigarettes themselves were actually really nice.  I smoked a brand called Hollywood Blue all week, an all white light cigarette, and enjoyed them immensely.

As for ourselves, things were pretty quiet all week, especially since it was so cold the first 5 days there.  But honestly, it’s what we were there for:  to relax.  We agreed from the start that we wanted a quieter, slower pace for this trip than what we did on the cruise in 2008 (where we ran absolutely non-frickin-stop….and had an absolute blast doing so, btw) because this wasn’t so much a “let’s take a vacation” trip so much as “we’ve got to chill Joe the fuck out before he blows” trip.  As I’ve mentioned before, his “day job” is VERY hectic and stressful and he’d pretty much reached his limit.  Thus, we got the hell out of here, and spent a lot of time just relaxing in the room, reading poolside in lounge chairs when it was sunny out, and frankly…watching tv lol.  We watched more American CNN than I’ve ever given a shit about (um…I’m not American lol) and the Oscars (go Jeff Bridges!! Sooo cool) and conked out early most nights, listening to the winds roar and the drunks ramble back and forth, slamming the doors to their rooms.

By the time the sun came out and temperatures rose (the last 2 days), he’d mellowed out enough to begin to enjoy himself a bit and it was beach time.  We got a few hours over 2 days on the beach finally and it was gorgeous.  The first day there was still a hell of a wind and it made for some kickass fun in the waves!  It was like being in a wrestling ring with the ocean!  With every surge, I got seriously bodyslammed by the water but it was so much fun, I couldn’t resist lol.  The next day, the wind was calmer and the waves were gentler.  It was STILL almost too cool to swim, but goddamnit, we were on vacation and I had to.  I even got a bit of a tan, although nothing like what I got on the cruise in 2008.  Which is not a bad thing, because I also came back from that cruise with wrinkles I hadn’t had before it.  Gah.  But who can resist the Caribbean sun?  Not me, baby.

And of course, we shot a bit….you saw the first releases above and there’s more where that came from.  We also fucked nicely twice, and got one episode on HD video.  The other one was for us.

All in all, we had a great time and it definitely did both some good, I think.    And (unless you’re American), I would totally recommend you visit Cuba if you can and even stay at the Superclub Breezes.  As long as you can internalize that you’re in a different country with different standards, you’ll do ok.  If you go there expecting a Toronto Marriott…um, don’t bother.  We enjoyed it though and it was sweet of our Pets to tell us to make sure to come back next year over goodbye hugs and the Quebec double-cheek-kisses.  Kudos to the Pet Waiter for acknowledging the boundary even as he eye-fucked me (without actually “hitting” on me) while maintaining constant manners to Joe.

However, it is as always nice to be home.  Seven days away kicks ass, but I think it will always be enough for me.  I missed my kitties, my house, my “guys” and frankly, I get bored without a house to keep after a few days or so.  As weird as it sounds, my restless puttering often relaxes me.  Our downstairs neighbors popped in a few times while we were gone to feed and water Their Highnesses and my nagging worry that Rosie would pull a Houdini and scare the crap out of them was apparently confirmed.  They found her in an end table in the bedroom one sleepless night later.  Ack.  Sigh…she’s here for her looks and is pretty much over the trauma of a week of strangers invading her domain.

One last side note, now that I have two major trips under my belt:  I’m REALLY liking this travel thing and we plan to try for Sicily next; Joe hasn’t been back since he was 12.   I’ve also discovered I really like flying.  Take-off is like lift-off.

Hope you enjoyed the pix.  Later darlings xoxoxo

Current Mood: Esctatic & Esctatic

Dear Readers, I am not dead.  Things have just been super hectic for the last month and now suddenly we’re going to Cuba.  TOMORROW.  For 7 glorious day and even though the weather forecast promises that the first four will be cool, grey and rainy (you know, like a Montreal summer) I don’t give a shit.  We might get one beach day out of the whole trip, but I’m thrilled anyway.  Joe called me last Monday and said “Baby, we’re getting the fuck out of here.  How’s Cuba?”  I screeched “What?” in return, which pretty much told him all he needed to know.

I MEANT to blog…I meant to release sneak peeks of what’s new…I even meant to answer email.  All before I left.  As it is, it’s 8:33pm my time, I should be in bed by 10, to be up by 4am, to be at the airport by 7am.  And I’m still waiting for kitty litter so the cats can poop in a relatively stink-free box and have two more loads of laundry to do.  So…my apologies, guys.

However, I DID want to get in here briefly to wish you all a wonderful week and to recommend you fill your peeping time with Trixie or Jess via SOY or my other new favorite sweetie blond Brit babe Tanya aka @PornoTits on Twitter.  They’ll keep you nicely primed while I’m gone, as my SpyCams will be down for the week.  Expect my return on March 9th around 6 or 7pm, hopefully with lots of hot hotel-room action from our trip!

As for the sneak peeks, check out my latest video releases at my Clipstore, which of course went to my websites XxxMina and SmokingMina first, as always since Mina Members are cooler than anyone else and thus get more attention and love.  Speaking of which, darlings, your updates will of course continue on schedule while I’m gone.  Expect new HD videos  on the 4th and the 8th respectively.

I soooo hope we can shoot a bit while we’re there but I must confess, there is so much confusion surrounding Cuba (is it socialist?  Er…wait, in a way, so are we.  Then is it Communist?  A Caribbean version of North Korea?  I guess we’ll find out) and what you can and can’t get away with there, that I’m a little concerned about Joe and I fucking our brains out, getting great footage, then having some horny customs agent nose through our tapes.  If it gives him a thrill, what-the-fuck-ever, but getting jailed as Evil Foreign Pornographers would really….REALLY suck balls.  Explain that shit at the Canadian Embassy lol.  “C’mon, do something for us.  You know Harper’s a dirty bastard and would totally support this work.  Just lookit that hair.”  Hehehe…

Thanks again, Twitter friends, for your well-wishes and for not hating me too much over this trip.  I have tried to refrain from pissing and moaning things like “Aww…it’s only going to be 72 degrees!!” so as not to rouse too much ire.  Truth is, we’re sooo lucky to be able to do this (think of it — Cubans themselves CAN’T) and I can’t wait to get there!  We so loved the 4 countries in the Caribbean that we got to see during our cruise in 2008 and I’m just bonkers to see the next one and actually get to stay for a few days.  It’s pretty hard to really get a sense of a place during what is essentially a 6-hour beach-break.

I expect this trip to be a little more laid back this time too.  For one thing, we’ll be in one location which will make it impossible to run our asses off non-stop like we did the last trip.  Which is a good thing because my honey is utterly frazzled (the reason for this trip actually).  Many of you know, Joe has a day job that he SORT OF enjoys (and a biz partner he loves working with who’s practically like a brother….or a 2nd wife lol) but that sucks the very life out of him at times.  Honestly, I keep recommending blowjob therapy and I really think it’s sunk in…..if we even leave the hotel room the first few days, I’d be rather surprised…..heehee…

Back to my laundry darlings.  Have  a lovely week.  I wish I could stay in touch but I hear internet access is rather medieval in Cuba but oh well.  I’ll be back Tweeting my ass off with you on the 9th.

Kisses, Mina xoxoxo

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