Yes...the very place. I rode up into those hills with a farmer who spoke no English, and my Spanish is non-existent.
I'd managed to get him to take me out on horses for an agreed sum of $20. At the top he stopped and wanted a chat. It was awkward. He was winking at me and saying something like "los chicos cubanos son muy bellos". I looked blankly at him. He continued, more emphatically. More blank expressions and palm up gestures from me. This went on for about a minute until he finally said, with a look of disappointment, "sexo". I realised he was expressing his admiration for the beauty of Cuban women. Belatedly, I nodded my wholehearted agreement, but he looked crestfallen.