What’s in a name?

That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.” –Juliet

Romantic Getaway in Florida

The Havana Room: When I was a kid my grandfather John always had a fat brown cigar tucked in the front pocket of his shirt or in the corner of his mouth. I don’t think he ever actually lit them, at least not in front of us, because my grandmother Hilda didn’t like him to smoke. All through elementary school my little sister June and I used his empty cigar boxes for our crayons. The boxes were yellow and had a beautiful exotic looking lady with long brown hair on the lid.

The sleigh bed in the Havana Room at our romantic Florida getaway is woven from thin brown papers in various shades from the abaca plant. We loved it as soon as we saw it.

The Havana Room is named after my grandfather, his cigars and the beautiful lady on the top of our crayon boxes.