Cuba: She Made It!

cuba, old fashioned car, chevrolet, classic car, 2minxinx, travel, travel blog, blog, blogger, artist, lifestyle blog, cigar, cuban cigarAfter our beach date, I headed to track down our taxi. I love the beach, but I can’t stay there all day. I saw the green Chevy and I laid on it… waiting for Jovani to come around, where ever he  was hiding. He noticed me right away. For a “whatever age you are man” I felt like we had a really good vibe around each other. I don’t know if it had to do with the fact that I was the only one who knew Spanish, but it worked. We kept talking every time we say each other, and even though my Spanish is on point, I still get stuck on certain words. A viejito came around with his guitar playing some soft music, and tipped him right before the door was opened for me to get inside the cab.

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Mini Illustration drawn by myself, Minx

  Olivia and I told ourselves, we’re going to get home by 2pm. We have no idea what’s going on with Tanya, but if she is really is still going to come on this trip, we should be at the airbnb to let her in the house. Since we arrived yesterday at 3:30pm, we decided to give her a timeline of 6pm. That’s way more of enough time to get where she needs to be. We knew she was going to be alone, not speaking Spanish.. so we were generous.cuba, film, film posters. posters. documentary, documentaries, cuban films, movies, movies made in Cuba

We were roaming around the apartment for awhile when I hear Julian scream “She’s here!” Ooooooh yeah, we had our doubts. Olivia and I run barefoot about of the house and meet her in her cab. We gave her at least two hugs each and she responds with a “wait, you thought I wasn’t coming?” So non-chalant, like..bitch.. we were worried!

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Local Cuban children I gave toy race cars to.

     We didn’t even give her time to rest up, were ready to go back out, and since we’ve been taking cabs everywhere it was time for a walk. A two hour walk to be exact. We passed the infamous and largest cemetery in Cuba, El Cemeterio de Cristobal Colon ( I love cemeteries, I actually fell in love with another of his cemetery in Puerto Rico, but that’s another story… see that HERE) 

  Soon enough it was 5:50pm, and we had promised Jovani to pick us at at 6pm. Except we had tried to call him to change that to 7pm. None of us had cellphone service. Buying a wifi card seemed out of place for almost no access. It was just a lot of work. Because he didn’t pick up, I didn’t want to keep him waiting for us. The girls (Tanya and Olivia) we’re behind me… I always seem to be the one who walked the fastest and ahead of them… I rushed to our airbnb so I didn’t keep him waiting. Apparently I look better after every time I see him.

I apologized for making him wait and asked if he could pick us up 2 hours and half from now instead. He agreed with no issue. cuban car, cuban claassic, cuba, vintage car

 

Video: Art Basel 2016

    Art Basel was an amazing experience. This girl trip was a teaser to what we really have coming up, which you guys will all kn ow about soon enough. I’ve been busting my butt trying to create more dimensional content and that’s why, slowly but surely I’ll be adding more videos on this site. I love drawing and my photography is getting way better, but sometimes you gotta up the ante a bit. I hope you all enjoy this video of out 24 hours in Miami. And you haven’t seen images from that post, you do so HERE. See you guys soon!
,M

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Behind The Scenes: The Artist Process behind “Grandmothers of Tomorrow”

I have so much work to do, and starting to paint is usually the hardest part of the whole process. I didn’t even bother trying to get all pretty, I had work to do and I was ready. This show is in 3 weeks and I want to be able to blow some socks off. I started to paint some backgrounds, and even got to cover some old pieces I never got to finish. Smelling spray paint was amazing and got an instant flashback of my graffiti days.

I wish I could still do the things I used to do when I was younger, but let’s face it.. I’m way too old for that kind of thing now, no matter how much I love the lifestyle.

Ashley came over to keep me company, well basically to put my ass to work, keep me motivated and stuff me with wine. How could I possibly say no to wine? She knows me too well.

I named this piece “Grandmothers of Tomorrow”

A beautiful red head, all tatted up from head to toe. I think she looks beautiful, I almost don’t want to sell her.

waaaaah!

Puerto Rico 2015: Day 3: Electric Daisy Carnival

Buenos Dias Puerto Rico!

That sprinkle of rain in the morning was refreshing . Good thing my hair is all out and curly, so I can’t be all picky about it getting messed up. We started our day at Walgreens. I was so lucky I found one. After thinking about what it could have possibly been to disturb my stomach. Tracing back moments..I soon realized it was from the tap water that I had been served at a restaurant yesterday.

Chris insisted on seeing more sights, which meant more walking. He slowed down for me which I appreciated, but there was no pace in this lifetime that was slow enough for me to feel better. i was cranky as hell and with the hills and the sun beaming on me, it didn’t help.

For breakfast, which I was forced to eat, I ordered a chicken noodle soup, which I ended leaving all the chicken and just sipped on the broth.

We met up with Monica for a quick pull, but today was EDC, and today was the only day we didn’t have a place to sleep tonight. Chris was beyond stressed. I on the other hand was more than ready to camp out on a park somewhere. Jose, the host of the communal living space we were staying at, who’s a such a chill person, was amazing and set us up with a space in the common area. This space was filled with different characters from all different kind of places. Toronto, Pennsylvania, London etc.

Most of us were headed to EDC, so when it was time to get ready, the girls were butt cheek exposed in tutus, while I was busy putting on rhinestones on my face, which I ended up sharing with all of them in the long run.

Waiting on line to enter the festival was HORRIBLE! Worst experience from a festival so far. There were thousands of ravers outside the ticket booths. I would say there was a line but in reality there was no order or organization at all. We arrived at 7pm knowing all we had to do was pick up our tickets since they were already purchased online.

Boy, were we wrong. Making friends on the line was easy. We all came from different places so “Where are you guys from?” was always an ice-breaker. We bumped into some cool people who made the wait on line a little more bearable. But after 2 hours, I was done being friendly and I had my game face on.

We would move one tiny baby step every other 15 minutes…if we were lucky. Some of the other people had no consideration for who or what was around them. Like one girl who kept leaning on the gate, knowing there was people behind her, and she’s squishing us with the gate. A blonde girl nicely asked her to watch herself, since she was shoving her, and the girl on top of the gate simply ignored her. When she shoved me with the gate, I told her her to get down, there was people behind her, and right away, she was back on her feet. Blondie whispered “Thank you” to me.

I’m the type of person who would say something if you step on my toes. Chris on the other hand is more free-spirited, and friendly, he kept telling me to calm down. Thing is, I was calm.

Since I was in front of Chris, I made it my mission to finally get to the front of the line, even if it took us a total of 3 hours to get there. This guy kept tugging on my shirt, and at that point I made it pretty clear that I hope he was holding on to dear life because he wasn’t trying to get lost, not because he was telling me to settle down.

Once we finally made inside at 10pm, the vibe was instantly different. Now everyone was to ready to party, ready to dance, ready to drink. That was the first step, Medalla beer please!

The music was blasting, the dj’s were turning their tables (or pressing buttons on their laptops) the lights were trippy, especially with how dark it was. Right in the middle of Blasterjaxx’s performance it started to rain. It was liberating having those 5 minute showers refresh us. Dancing in the rain. It was freeing.

The walk back to the hostel was not my favorite, our feet were killing us, If I could detach them from my body, Iwould have thrown them in the ocean.