Trinidad de Cuba
Trinidad de Cuba is something of a surprise.
It’s entrance, with a small replica of the Manaca-Iznaga tower (which sits 14km outside the town), gives no indication of the character of a place that holds UNESCO World Heritage status.
This was once one of the most important cities in Cuba when Cuba was the world’s leading sugar exporter and this area , known as the Valley of the Sugar Mills being the hub of the industry.
Reports vary about how many mills there were (40 and 70) but what does seem commonly agreed is that the area was worked by over 30,000 slaves.
Trinidad de Cuba was founded in 1514 and one of the early settlers was the Basque plantation owner Francisco Iznaga who became mayor of the young city in 1540 – the tower being erected on one of his plantations, and being the most picturesque survivor of an industry that once underpinned the nation’s economy, and is still an important export.
The cobbled streets of Trinidad are lined by colourful houses…
…with decorative grills over the windows…
…and above them hang the festoons of jumbled electrical and telephone wires that one comes to expect in Cuba.
The centre of Trinidad is all that most tourists see.
It is what the English would say is “small but perfectly formed”, with its Spanish colonial square – the Plaza Mejor…
…at the top of the town…
…where even the fencing is a thing of beauty…
… and every doorway seems to frame something of beauty or interest.
It’s thirsty work exploring and we had been driving for some time before our arrival, so we stopped at the Bar Restaurante Esquerra for refreshments and to enjoy the music.
The band was playing heart-tugging songs of love in Cuban Son…the Cuban mix of the Spanish canción and the African use of percussion.
They were a seasoned group and roved seamlessly from one song to the other – the music begging some dancing and it would have been rude not to!
The song themes moved to one celebrating Campay Segunda for his promotion of Cuban music and the lament for El Commandante: Che Guevara.
I had been peering through the doorway and saw there was a shop inside the attached house.
As if to ensure I returned when I wandered off, the music drifted after me on the warm humid air, now telling of a deep but impossible love.
Since the change in government restrictions allowing locally owned businesses, Trinidad seems to have some sort of business out of every house in its centre, with the whole family involved, whether as sales assistants or product producers.
This house was at the same time home, restaurant and bar (on the patio), and shop…
…with beautifully crocheted goods and pulled thread and embroidered tablecloths, beside some of the family treasures…
… the display cases being the everyday furniture of the household, like this antler-bedecked mirror.
It is a strange experience to be inspecting goods in someone’s living room…
...and be able to look into the bedroom…
… in what had now become beside a home, also a shop.
The front door opened right onto the square of the Plaza Mejor.
As I turned to go back to my friends and the music, and thoughtfully watched the family at their business, I had to force myself not to say something when I watched a tourist how trying to beat the owners price down on a lovely pulled-thread tablecloth.
This is not a middle Eastern bazaar where bargaining is expected and the price set accordingly. It is Cuba and the price is the price.
OK. You might be able to get a bit of a better price by buying more than one – but why would you? It is obvious that the people need the money and on my trip with Cuban families I had seen already that the relatives would have been crocheting and embroidering and pulling threads and carving like mad to help gain some valuable CUC currency to supplement their meagre earnings in Cuban pesos.
So I had to apply the Cuban Approach to my dismay and let it go on the music.
It is a Cuban saying that:
When you return the asses kick
Most of the pain is yours
So I let the Cuban son music call me back with its plaintive story of the separation of two lovers and how they lived in each other’s heart.
We finally set off on our explorations once more.
Songbirds in their cages had been set outside an antique shop to enjoy the sunshine…
…one outside each street window.
I wondered at the fascination with caged song birds that I saw throughout Cuba.
It seemed a sort of tragic metaphor for the difficulties Cubans have in departing their country – even on a visit.
Then I remembered the quote of the famous Notre Dame football coach and inspirational speaker who said:
A bird doesn't sing
because it has an answer,
it sings because it has a song
Perhaps my metaphor had more meaning than I first thought, for I met lots of Cubans busy “singing their song”.
I peered through the window grill at the antique display …
….and was naturally drawn inside.
Perhaps the birds were tiny musical buskers.
Here were the family treasures of an era when they held some value in a type of every-day life long since passed in Cuba, where the focus is now of necessity on things of a more practical nature.
By the way everything was beautifully arranged, it is obvious that the sense of culture and style has remained …
…despite the necessity of family economics meaning that these treasures have to leave the home in return for something more practical – like a set of drums.
Other goods on sale in the streets of Trinidad de Cuba were the inevitable home-grown vegetables…
..and curiosities like these little cameras made out of empty cans of Crystal and Buccanero beer and Orange drink.
The shops varied in size – this one long and narrow and watched over by a sleepy dog behind the window grill.
I was staying at a family-run apartment that would take some beating.
Hostal “La Negra” is air conditioned, has parking, is comfortably appointed …
… with 2 bedrooms and a proper bathroom and shower, a private terrace on which to dine …
… good humoured hosts and delicious home-prepared food …
...Hostal “La Negra” is located just above the ruins of Iglesia Santa Ana in the heart of Trinidad.
The church of Saint Ann is a ruin whose façade seems a bit precarious…
…but is a favourite site for young kite flyers and also for occasional musical concerts - and makes an easy landmark to guide you home after a night of dancing.
Hostal “La Negra” is located on Fausto Pelayo Alonso 251, between Lino Perez and Restoy Fajardo.
(The don’t have a website, but if you speak Spanish, call Alejandrina on +53 99 4381 … and tell them Paquita sent you!
Otherwise, send me a message on the discover-interesting-places ”Contact me” form, with the dates you want and how many people and I will make it for you. They are cousins in my extended Cuban “family” and will find someone who speaks English (or Italian or German) if you feel nervous about trying to communicate without good Spanish)
Keeping things spic and span seems a preoccupation in Trinidad, with colour being added when colour can be afforded.
Judging by the reproduction of the colour being added on other houses along the street, and on the house opposite where another man was adding it as well to his house, it seems that paint being the expensive commodity it is, it is shared around when available.
As with everywhere in Cuba, transportation in Trinidad varies from the modern tourist rental cars, through the classics like this old Ford Consul.
It is something I never get used to in Cuba – seeing the setting in keeping with the age of the cars.
In Trinidad there were always the usual mule carts and horse riders.
This lad was waiting – not an uncommon activity in Cuba – but on horseback.
Although I am not sure quite what I expected of Trinidad de Cuba, I made the mistake of visualising something in response to the many comments about its beauty.
In fact, I found it not so much beautiful – but character-filled.
It has become quite a tourist hot-spot – and the dancing on the steps of Casa Musica beside the church is not one of my favourite experiences – but behind it is the locals’ haunt. I think I was the only tourist there – wild Cuban Reggaeton at full volume under hanging vines against the cliff face. Wonderful – the music coursing through your whole body and an atmosphere that is hard to capture in words – perhaps best summed up as “exuberant”.
Outside of town, the cave bar, with its seemingly impossibly steep track with 50s cars steaming up it under the practiced hands of excellent Cuban drivers – and the surreal experience of climbing deep into a rock cavern that is a wild disco – is certainly a memory to take home. I think I danced from about 11:30pm to 3:30am almost non-stop. Not that I liked the place or anything like that!
For me Trinidad de Cuba is a place that you can interpret as a tourist trap where people are always trying to sell you something (something I have seen written a lot but actually never experienced – just a few calls as I passed and when I smiled and shook my head – that was that) or as a place hovering between centuries and testing the opportunities that legalised commerce brings.
As everywhere, there are images that are orchestrated but colourful, like this guitar player outside the church…
… with his rooster on his straw hat – and the non-orchestrated local lad in total fascination with the whole image and sound …
...and there are the images of everyday reality in Trinidad that that make you grateful for the ease of the life available to those of us outside Cuba, with jobs and the money to do the things we enjoy.
I have heard and read so many conflicting versions of the history of Trinidad de Cuba that I am reminded of the quotation of the historical writer Roy P Basler, when he said:
To know the truth of history
is to realize its ultimate myth
and its inevitable ambiguity
Travel is an unfolding map that consigns whatever sketchy preconceptions of place you had before you got there to that impossible-to-read place I seem to have on every map: the spot on the fold where the original detail is tattered at the edges.
After you have experienced a place, your prior map of it is so sufficiently worn by use that it is impossible to recall clearly your past expectations of it.
Once a new place is well explored, the realities it has revealed and your memories blur all the concepts of it that you had before you arrived, and so it was for me in Trinidad de Cuba.
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