Why I can’t take another Irish Christmas

Christmas has become a commercial behemoth and it reminds Liz O’Neill of her Dad too much. So she, like Americans for the first time, is off to sample the delights of Cuba

The relaxed Latin drum beat will spill onto the street from the sawdust taverna. A

t the chipped mahogany bar, I’ll watch the hypnotic sway of the beautiful salsa dancers as ceiling fans cut the air and keep time to the rhythm.