I blame Hemingway. And my love for sweet, fruity cocktails. Picture it: Cuba, 2018, a bar that shall remain nameless (but touts a connection to Ernest himself), and daiquiris. I love me some daiquiris! What’s the first rule of international travel? Don’t drink the water. This is a story of how ice is (shockingly) made from, you guessed it, water. Ice is not your friend in Cuba. Cocktails in Cuba Three friends walk into a Havana bar, where they’re promptly and blatantly ignored by the bartender for a solid 20 minutes. Unbeknownst to each other, each of the friends is thinking how ridiculous the wait is and that maybe they…