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Travel Blogs from Trinidad
... begging us to come to
their casa, telling us how much it would mean.
We knew that they were people on commission – not real casa owners – and
I ignored them. Miguel has a kinder
heart and tried to reason. They flocked
him. I would only hold my hand out and
say "La Tengo" – I have one. It was
getting dark and it took a few minutes but we found our way to Casa de Sandra y
Victor. They were waiting for us, a
... the city has been carefully restored to its former glory. When the original white stucco proved too difficult to maintain, the houses were painted in pastels and when the original wooden panels deteriorated, they were replaced by white filigree railings. The result is a city that looks like it was painted by Matisse-almost too pretty.
After our walking tour and a visit to a local artist, we trekked over to the ...
... doing the salsa with that night (although the image does get interrupted by the odd bus tour gang from Varadaro).
Outside of a Museum of the Bandits which is dedicated in a very negative way (hence the name) to local CIA sponsored insurrections, there is very little overt evidence of communist Cuba, unlike elsewhere in the country. This is primarily Spain, cobblestone streets, central square cafes, cowboys on horseback, and a strange number of transvestites. ...
... is a young woman who is originally from Trinidad but went away to Santa Clara for university then came back. The class was in a very nice house that her husband looks after for a couple who live in Spain. While they are not there, the house is a casa particulare.
We talked about general topics - cold in Canada, family, social issues, dolphin watching. I was surprised that I could talk with my cough which is ...
... and is my favourite so far. This is the home of the African Cuban religion 'Santeria’ which is related to Voodoo. There was a temple in town where you could get a consultation but the freaky black doll dressed in white was as close as I got (see photo). I didn’t want to be responsible for an innocent chicken being sacrificed at the altar, especially since I am personally responsible for eating about 5 of them since arriving in Cuba.
Karen and I were ...