Melia, Cancun
Melia, Cancun
They’re all pretty classy places. Back in 1995, my late wife, a Puerto Rican friend of mine and I had walked up the Malecon in Havana to the Melia Cohiba. We were going to stop in for a drink. We were all dressed the same way: shorts, t-shirts and flipflops. The security goon at the main entrance let my wife and me in, but he stopped Felix and told him that no Cubans were permitted in (unless they were employees). Felix had to produce his US passport to be allowed in.