The walking tour of Trinidad was much less extensive than the walking tour of Havana had been. The walking tour of Trinidad consisted of walking down one street, meeting in the central square, getting a brief history of the houses to each side, learning all of them were museums we could tour, walking through a really pretty church, and then being set free.
We did learn the history of the Vera Cruz in Trinidad. There had been an extraordinary elaborate cross built for a church in South America. However, as it was in the boat to be transported,, a huge storm came up, and they needed to dock in Trinidad. It stayed there long enough for the storm to pass, then got on a boat to continue. And another storm appeared. Eventually they gave up and built a gorgeous church in Trinidad for it to stay in permanently.
And then we wandered around the city. One of the things that our professors told us about Trinidad was that the art there was beautiful. Fine art joins educational material as what the U.S. Allows its citizens to bring back from Cuba. So we went to art stores.
There was one piece I fell in love with. It was realistic in two different ways. The foreground was a picture of an old woman smoking a cigar. It looked almost like it had been made with pencil, though I believe the artist said they were all oil paintings. The background was like a wall, only it had more graffiti than any walls I've seen in Cuba. There was a partial Cuban flag that faded away, other sketches, and words in Spanish. It was a juxtaposition of what was obviously a wonderful drawing with what looked like a city wall that I absolutely loved.
There was a tower in the middle of Trinidad which we wanted to climb. We were told that from the top we could see Trinidad, the surrounding areas, and the ocean. So we paid the one CUC and climbed. And climbed. And climbed. It was an old bell tower, but we'd been told not to read the bell, so it just provided a nice view of the city. The very top was a disappointment, because we had to climb a ladder to see a large metal device with the light from windows that were too high up for me to be able to see out of, but the penultimate level was cool.
For lunch, we ate a paladare. Ten years ago, there were 4 paladares in the city. Now there are 87. There are a lot of different ways to interpret this, but from the perspective of six students out looking for lunch, it meant we could find it easily.
The food at the place that we ate wasn't the best, but part of that might just be me getting tired of Cuban food. It tends to use less spices than I'm used to. By this point I've had enough fried plantains and rice with black beans that I can not only tell which ones taste much better, but those are the only ones I really want to eat. There's a bit more variety in terms of meat and fish that they have, but I'm kind of looking forward to the greater overall variety of restaurants in the United States.
The waitress did come by and ask us if we wanted to go up on the roof and take pictures, which was nice. It wasn't as pretty as the tower, but it was a lot less steps, and a lot less crowded. It would have made a terrible replacement, but it was a nice supplement.
We went to look around Trinidad for a bit more after that, but had to leave, too soon in my opinion. It was a nice town, equipped for tourists, but nowhere near as eager to catch them as Havana. I would like to be back, and I would like to be back, and I would like to be able to wander around to all of the different art shops, but I know that right now it seems impossible.