Jan. 27, 2018-
Cienfuegos and Santa Clara
Cienfuegos is another
UNESCO town. It was settled by the Spanish who later wanted to make the
population more white. They enticed the French to come to paradise and provide more
white blood to mix with former slaves. The French did that and left their
architectural mark as well with iron lace balconies to compliment the heavy
Spanish carved wood.
We visited with a guitar
orchestra that was unreal. The seven played a variety of Cuban, Spanish, Pop,
& Classical numbers. They made the music sound like a full company with
many different instruments. The players are classically trained and teach
and/or play with other groups.
We had time to look at
another flea market. There were some different items. Vendors were trying to
help us by asking each other about a hippo. A man who did wire art said he
could have one in 2 days. He and we were disappointed that we were leaving
shortly.
Lunch was a surprise.
The paladare, Carmelina, was the real deal. The owners lived on site, it was
family run, and fresh foods were purchased from farms daily. The roasted
pumpkin, their term for squash, was succulent. There were deliciously seasoned
mini fish sticks bearing no resemblance to what we get frozen in a box. The
family style meal was complete with black bean soup and rice, grouper, chicken,
and ice cream. I had frozen non-alcoholic lemonade, which, for some reason was
blue. David drank a strong lemony drink with either rum or another liquor. We
disagree on the ingredient. He walked to the bus just fine. Luckily, it was
right outside the door. There was the usual serenading by a local group joined
by Manuel, our tour leader. Neither he nor several of our compatriots were
feeling any pain. I saw many gin and tonics being downed.
The bus actually drove
on a modern 6 lane highway to Santa Clara. It was raining when we arrived at the
Che Guevara Memorial. Evidently museums and the memorial close when it rains.
The floors are tile or marble and get filthy and slippery. Perhaps tomorrow.
We're staying 2 nights at the Americana Hotel. Our room has no windows at all.
We're pretending it's an inside cabin on a cruise ship. They have wifi, but
it's temperamental. We couldn't get on until there was a short blackout during
which time it must have re-booted.
Food seems to be
improving the closer we get to Havana. Our group walked to Paladare Casona
Jover. And enjoyed a feast of ropa de carne (shredded beef), whole
snapper, and chicken legs. When it's chicken it's usually legs. Maybe they have
6 legged chickens. We were given complimentary sangria and a large flan for the
table. There was enough for seconds. The guava sauce was a bit much for me, but
others loved it. I haven't gotten over thinking it's a bowl of chocolate
whenever it appears.
Tomorrow we will walk
the city of Santa Clara and meet with Cuban abuelos, grandparents.
Toby
Guitar Ensemble |
Curious Passerby |
Hotel Guest |
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