I really enjoyed chapter 11. Carlos's description of him being sucked into the massive wave and buried in the wet sand, and Ernesto sitting on his head made me feel like I was in Cuba standing right next to him, watching the scene take place. I think his description is amazing. I think the boys are comical, despite their malicious and incessant pranks and even bullying.
Everything about Havana seemed to be great: "Great Storm. Great Waves. Great Beach. Great parents who let us play in killer surf. Great beach club that let us in for free and allowed us to bring as many guests as we liked..." (pg. 91). Carlos seemed to have had a great and enjoyable childhood. I also really enjoyed the church scene in this chapter. I thought it was interesting how he compared an optical illusion like the glass/two faces to the round shapes in the wooden pews. He was so interested in them that he even got his head stuck and disturbed the entire church sermon. Carlos then goes on to add a philosophical meaning to his near suffocation in the sand by Ernesto and his head being stuck in the pew.
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