Day 18: Second Rest Day in Trinidad

Fans are used by everyone here. They understand how cooling just having air move over your body. Every room, every restaurant has them. Thank goodness :). The heat had only been bad directly in the sun. It's humid at times but overall quite pleasant temperatures. Evenings are delightful for walking around without a sweater. I'm dreading heading back out into the sun on Blaze tomorrow. Capris and a jacket to keep the pain away.

Today I wandered some of the old museums. One was a convent converted to a Museum about the Banditos of the Revolution.












It even had some English so I got a bit of the story of the Revolution.

Another had a steeple you could climb up for a view of the city, mountains, all the way to the sea. I loved seeing the open air rooms all over the top of the city!








Then I wandered the grocery stores for some food how take with me tomorrow. Each one has different things, although few options. I finally found a can of fruit cocktail and a can of artichoke hearts. I can make a meal from that. That's really how challenging it is. Some stores have no canned goods at all. It's hit and miss. And I was on a mission. I think it was the fourth store where I found these cans. They don't eat processed food at all. Everything is made from scratch in their kitchens basically...except for pizzas at the corner window. Maybe that's why the average lifespan is 78 years. Not bad, hey?!? But not having a kitchen has its drawbacks. So I scramble for travel food.









Live YOUR dream,

BagLady

Day 17: First Full Day in Trinidad

Roosters! 4:30 am! Lots of them! Thank goodness I have ear plugs! It's 8:00 am and I had to put them back in because I can't take all the crowing. I like quiet!

Off to tour the city today.

Peaking in dome of the windows:






















I make a lousy tourist. I wandered the streets. The buildings are beautiful: quaint, colorful, Spanish tile roofs. I like seeing them. The streets are cobblestoned and hard to walk far on. But oh, the tourists are everywhere and spoil the view. I think that's why I'm so resistant to taking photos. They're offensive. Obnoxious. People must be tired of being photographed. Just be in Trinidad.

I deliberately didn't get breakfast at my Casa this morning figuring I'd find a place to eat. I walked and walked and walked. The idea of a small cafe doesn't really exist. Formal restaurants abound, and were empty. One place was cute, but they were roasting a whole pig over a spit. Totally unappetizing. I finally found a place to get a sandwich and juice and sit down. Yeah! I did tour a Museum of Architecture but couldn't understand the tour. Interesting exhibits showing the mud and stick interior to these walls. I don't understand what's on the outside that makes it smooth though. I wanted to see the Museum Romantico but it was fenced off with no sign explaining what or why. I eventually wandered my way "home" for a nap. Siesta!!

And was awakened by Nino "Katrin! Katrin said ever so gently. He had said something yesterday about 2 chiquitas coming. Well, they're chicos...young French guys. And there's no privacy up here. The rooms all flow from their room to a dining area to my room with the bathroom off of it. Just like a coed hostel dorm. Good thing I'm flexible:). We'll make it work.

I found a Jazz Cafe on my map app so I aimed there for dinner. But after going to the steps at the Plaza Major to watch and listen: live music and dancing. I'm a bit of a party pooper so after checking it out I went to dinner. Good choice. You order off the menu and then they have a salad bar of sorts. I must say the soup was the best thing I've had in awhile! I could have just eaten that! Spaghetti again with lobster and shrimp. They had veggie options but with a cheese sauce. I had to opt out. I haven't found staying off dairy a big challenge and since I eat fish this was perfect. Sin queso. Without cheese.

On my walk home tonight I figured out what the whistles mean. Bread man. So the other morning when I thought the whistle was to wake everyone up, it was probably early morning bread delivery. There are a lot of people walking the streets hawking stuff from brooms to produce and bread. Some just shout. Others blow a whistle. In the rural villages I've seen many a guy on bicycles with homemade coolers strapped to the back selling ice cream. They play music from somewhere just like our ice cream trucks. Cubans love their ice cream!!

I feel quite safe walking the streets at night. Just like anywhere...with a purpose and alert. Ya just have to stay alert about theft. Giving me back change today she shorted me a CUC. I understood she said $6.50 and she gave me $2.50 change. Do that to every customer and you'll make a killing. There's no cash register, just a box of money. Buyer beware.






Found a trail above the city.





A chess match




Goat cart rides for the kiddies.




The saga (rope) was borrowed:)



Loved this drawing of a trike!


And look at this quad tandem...er triple.



Had to sneak this courtyard picture of what was a palace.


Live YOUR dream,

BagLady

Day 16: On to Trinidad

Awakened by someone walking through La Sierrita blowing a whistle to let everyone know it was morning. (I found out later it was a vendor selling perhaps bread or eggs.)

Bit by a tick at the nape of my neck. So sore. (That bite lasted a month or longer.)

Bed so uncomfortable I used my air pad on top. I've done that before. Sometimes when I have to sleep on memory foam and it's too hot.

I had a very sad incident today. In fact I couldn't write about it then but I'm sharing it now because distance has made it a bit easier to write about, but it still tugs at my heart that I couldn't do something. I was cycling along a rural farm road when a puppy comes romping up the road towards me wagging his tail. I picked him up. Only a handful, he's so small. And matted and scruffy looking. He rests quietly in my hand as I go up the road hoping I'll find his momma. I finally see some folks in a cart coming towards me. I hold up the puppy. They motion to me to toss him. I continue on. I see a guy coming through a fence gate. Again I hold up the puppy to him. Again he motions to toss him. What am I going to do with this puppy? I can't keep him. No one wants him. He's a disposable item in a country with starving animals. I come upon a gate with goats on the other side. I set him down. He scrambles to follow me but I cycle away. A bit down the road a man and a boy are walking towards me. I like to hope they found the puppy and took him in. There's was nothing for me to do. I couldn't keep him. But it still hurts thinking about it. Sometimes you just have to let nature take its course. This was one of them. What would you have done?

Later in the day these girls came running and waving and shouting out to the road. That was the only begging I saw in the countryside.


I gave them each a pack of cookies.


Arrived in Trinidad to the Casa Elio recommended but no English spoken. They were full so he called around and found me another place to stay. I'm a 1/2 mile from the town center in a very untouristy part of town.


Again it's lovely inside, especially upstairs where I am. I'm sitting out on an outdoor patio right now overlooking a very crude neighborhood.










Roosters are crowing. Someone's hammering metal. Birds are chirping. The temperature is warm but delightful in the shade. And I am showered and sipping fresh guava juice. Life is good. This is Nino's house and he speaks little English. And he talks a lot. I'm never sure what I'm agreeing to:). Something about 2 chiquitas coming tomorrow whatever they are. The translate app only works if you know how to spell the word. I don't. He won't type anything.

I'm eating out tonight because dinner at my Casa would be alone...well, there's no one at this restaurant :( And it's so lovely...winding through it to an upstairs outdoor patio. Quiet when you're the only one:)). (Except for the barking dog:))




Dinner was delicious: veggie paella. It came with a tomato, cucumber, cabbage salad and fruit, cookie, flan dessert. Yum. All for $12.50. And I was serenaded by a Cuban duet of guitar and shakey things...I don't know what you call them. A gourd on a stick with stones inside. Did I ever know a name for them? Not castenets. Not a tambourine. Hmm?

And when I stepped outside and checked my GPS to get "home", I was only a couple of blocks away. A lot closer than I thought. I make sure I mark my map with the location of my Casa so I can find my way back. I'd be so lost otherwise. How did we do this before? More stress, I'm sure.

So I walked through the dark unlit dirt streets back to my casa feeling totally safe.

Live YOUR dream,

BagLady

Day 15: Leaving Cienfuegos

I had a wonderful stay with Elio and Elana. Even met their daughter and his momma this morning. I suggested they needed a book for guests to sign so they started one.


After pictures and bike rides, I headed out of town. They had all agreed that the mountain route was not possible by bike, so I decided to do the back roads to the coast road. What an adventure that turned out to be. It looked so simple on my app. Just follow the blue line. Not! Very confusing back in the orchards on the dirt road. And people telling me not to go the way my app wanted to send me. And me not understanding their directions.























Ola! I did manage to get out on the coast road eventually but my route took me 6 miles longer than if I'd stayed on main roads:). And it was a lot more fun!! When I got to the turnoff for the mountains, I decided to go for it. So I turned up. There was a town about 5 miles up and I figured I could get a casa particulare there then head on. Well, it's quite primitive up here. The woman at the store where I bought water said there was no place to stay and that I could not take a bicycle into the mountains. Not possible. As I was preparing to leave someone comes and tells me to stop. A young man has offered a place. For $20 with meals. So I followed him home. This is a true Cuban experience!! He's sold me his bed! He's going to his grandparents for the night.


I'm sitting at the table watching Momma clean the rice for dinner. He just gave me a bracelet that he made. How do these miracles happen to me? I couldn't have orchestrated this. And tomorrow I'll ride back down and take the coast road. I came up that hill just for this and it was worth it!!!

There are banana, mango, and coconut trees in the back yard. It's lovely and rustic.





















The bathroom is the most primitive I've been in. Washing in a bucket. Flushing with water from a bucket. Wiping with newspaper and putting it on the basket. This is probably how many people live here.

Daniel, the young man, is quite a horticulturist. The plants around the yard are all his doing. And there are potted plants and hanging plants everywhere! He wants to work in a museum for plants. He does little log gardens and sells them in the market. His girlfriend, Yumi, does nails. What an artist she is! She showed me samples of her artistry and I was flabbergasted at her talent and creativity.







Tonight for dinner we had rice, beans, some pork, and yucca, fritters, and a salad. I skipped the salad but everything else and it was delicious! After dinner Daniel and Yumi gave me dancing demonstration.

Later we went to the girlfriend's house and through the help of Google Translate and Yumi's bright mind and some English we had a lot of laughs! What an extra special evening this has been!!!!! I'm blessed, that's for sure. Best $20 I've ever spent. And Daniel will make good use of the money. I know that. So kind!




Live YOUR dream,

BagLady