Fellini Blog
There was no schedule, no suggested places to see, no expectation of how the days were meant to unfold. It just happened naturally and quietly, sometimes giving more truthful impression than anything scheduled ahead of time.
In Havana, I wasn't specifically seeking for cultural seminars. Usually I stay away from anything that seems too inflexible if I am in a location close to one. For me, the notion of set itineraries and planned activities usually creates a sense of separation as though I were watching instead of really being there. You really don't need to arrange Havana already moves at its own speed. It moves regardless of your choice to follow it.
Still, there comes a time-first understated-when meandering turns into repetitiousness. The colors are still vibrant, the sounds familiar, the streets alive, but your place inside all of it doesn't really shift. But there arrives a point when simply meandering around becomes inadequate. You still seem somewhat removed from it even if you hear all and view everything. Close but not engaged. There, yet not involved.
That is essentially how I came across Fellini Cuba.
Not through research, recommendation, not even intention I came without any particular person in mind. It was a stop that evolved into something more than a location. That day I had no clue what was going on. I hadn't planned, searched, or inquired about anything at all.
That was enough; it just seemed to be the kind of spot where something might be happening.
And occasionally that is all it requires: not certainty, not planning, just a little willingness to enter into something without first clarifying it.
Movement first caught my attention.
Not in a rehearsed manner-no performance, no audience-just people dancing, adjusting, trying things out as they went. Usually between late afternoon and early evening-about that 4 PM to 7 PM window when the city itself begins to slow down a little-the dance courses run from Monday to Friday somewhat consistently.
That timing exactly fits.
Neither are you rushing from some other place nor are you still far into the night. It feels like a between place.
At first, I watched from the side.
That is invariably simpler.
Should you have ever sought salsa courses in Havana, you most certainly expect something powerful, perhaps even frightening. This was not that. Though not in a negligent manner, it felt more calm-more like it let you relax without pushing anything.
The teacher went through the group modifying little things without breaking the stream. Getting everything perfect didn't seem to worry anyone much.
Someone drew me in at some point.
Not in an outrageous manner. Just enough that staying on the side made no sense.
I did not suddenly pick up dance skills. I stopped however obsessing over whether I was doing things correctly.
That is likely the more significant stride.
I came back another day for the cooking workshop mostly because I had been told it only happens on certain days-Tuesdays, early evening, between 6 PM to 8 PM.
That already made it feel different.
Not always available, but something you either grab or miss.
The session's atmosphere was not of a traditional lesson. When you describe it, Cuban food sounds basic; but, actually preparing it demonstrates how much of it relies on timing and little decisions.
Nothing was inflexible. You had no set recipe to strictly follow step by step. One sensed more like being led through a mechanism that changed according on events taking place right now.
Someone once said that here cuisine relies more on what you have than on what you intend.
That stuck with me.
It simplifies more than just the nourishment.
The cost-approximately 60 euros per person-makes perfect sense when you are there. It concerns not only the meal at the conclusion but also the moment, the arrangement, and the experience of actually undergoing it.
Still, it wasn't anything you were being "sold."
It appeared like something you decided to remain for.
Usually at the same time slot, 6 PM to 8 PM, the pairings sessions take place a few times each week-Wednesdays and Sundays.
That perfect timing alters the experience.
It's not anything you do late at night when everything is fast and loud. It is immediately before that, almost a pause.
Coming in, I had no idea what to anticipate. Rum and tobacco seems simple, something fast, perhaps even somewhat shallow.
No.
It went at a slower pace than I had anticipated. more focused. The focus is on paying attention-how tastes evolve, one affects the other, time impacts everything.
It's not about acting more.
It's about observing more.
For what it is, the price of about 55 euros per person felt fair-especially considering it did not feel hurried. You are not rushing through it merely to complete.
And perhaps that is the goal.
I was not attempting all.
I kept hearing from various individuals about a tobacco workshop concentrated on rolling your own cigar. It costs about 55 euros, same as the pairing sessions, and from what I gathered it's more complicated than people anticipate.
Not just about method, but also about the underlying process.
One person said they believed it would be fast and easy, but finally spent more time grasping the provenance and management of everything.
Additionally provided there are Spanish classes with certificate for those who finish them. Though I didn't join those either, the way others discussed them made them seem less scholarly and more practical-centered on actually employing the language rather than only studying it.
Again, nothing struck me as overdrawn.
Just folks relate what they saw.
Havana offers more structured environments where you might pick up these skills. Institutions such Escuela Nacional de Arte provide a considerably different depth and organization.
That's where you go if you want something serious, long-term.
This is not that.
Still, it's not totally improvised either.
Fellini Between somewhere, Cuba lies.
It is shaped by schedules, prices, sessions-enough of structure. Still, it has enough flexibility to feel natural.
You sense you're not committing to anything major.
You merely show up, linger a while, and observe what happens.
The most honest part of the encounter was the debates about the seminars rather than the activities itself.
"I didn't believe I would stay this long," - someone said after a dance session.
Another person said the price almost kept them from attending the cooking lesson but finally felt it was appropriate.
Nobody exaggerated anything.
Nobody attempted to transform it into something bigger.
That's what made it seem genuine.
Booking is not really a big factor in the overall experience.
Most people don't seem to have pre-booked a table. Once you are in Havana or walk in and ask what is going on that day and make your decision from there, you hear about it more frequently.
Should you really want to verify things beforehand, you may look them up online. Fellini Cuba has a page where they post their availability and calendar.
👉 You can check their page here
This might not be it if you want cultural seminars in Havana expecting something fully organized, something you may quantify or finish.
Fellini Cuba provides something unique, but only if you're open to something that matches the cadence of the city-something that doesn't seem forced.
Not something you build plans around.
Something you finally remain for.