Today is a full day in Trinidad de Cuba, a Unesco World Heritage
city.
The short story is that Trinidad for many centuries was the
center of sugar production and slave trading. It was not connected to any other
part of Cuba by road until the 1950’s. So most of its focus was outward to
other areas of the Caribbean and Europe. It developed quite prosperously until
the great sugar crisis of the late 19th century (which affected the
Creoles in Louisiana if you remember from our fall trip). This also coincided with
the beginnings of the Cuban liberation wars. The result was the city stopped
developing, at least until the road in the 1950’s was built. Thus it’s
architecture was sort of stopped in time. In fact the city is noted for being
frozen in time…which is not exactly true but makes for good marketing.
It is also very clearly on the cruise ship agenda as was
evidenced by boatloads (pun intended) of groups wandering around the historic
center of the city. The buildings of this area have a very distinct
architecture. Typically there is a central room one enters with two bedrooms,
one on either side and a kitchen in the back. There are windows in the bedrooms
which open up right on to the street and the windows have bars on them. This
way in older times, women could sit in the windows and converse with people
outside while maintaining the official position that they were staying in their
houses. Also, the roofs have a unique look which is akin to the design of a ship’s
hull. This was because most of the carpenters were in fact boat builders.
The weather has heated up quite a bit. We made our way up a
very steep tower that afforded the best view of the city but which was a physical
drain. It was another day of many, many pictures being taken. So many patterns
and colors in this city. After our lunch we decided to walk a mile toward the
outskirts of town to see a five generation old pottery. Mistake, Wife and I
were both beat and this put us over the edge. LÍvan was kind enough to go out
and get the car and drive us back. It was around 3 PM at that point and we
called it a day. We are still working feverishly going through our many
hundreds (in Wife’s case thousands) of pictures. We both took naps then went
out for a quick sandwich were I found that a ‘tortilla’ in Cuba is 1) not a
tortilla like in Mexico, a bread made of flour or corn nor 2) like a frittata omelet
as in Spain but is fact 3) a fried egg sandwich!. Except according t our B&B host and guide that is not true. But it is just eggs cooked.
Tomorrow it is our last full day in Cuba. We drive to Santa
Clara, a town with a rich association in the Cuban Liberation History. Then a
long drive back to Havana where we spend the night before we leave on Wednesday
for Mexico City.
2 comments:
reminds me of a study OH shared with me once. Employees who complain the most are apparently the lowest at risk of leaving the company
For vegetarian me, the takeaway is that I can always eat a tortilla, wherever I am. I just might not know what I'm about to eat.
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