Friday, April 7, 2017

San Miguel de Allende: no time to be bored

San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
February 28 to March 31 2017

To see photos of Ray and my forays around San Miguel, click the following link:

Each year there are more murals painted on San Miguel walls. To see photos of some of them, click the following link: 

Who said San Miguel de Allende is boring? I can’t believe it. Maybe they have never read the Attencion newspaper featuring all the events for the coming week. I went to yoga classes three mornings a week and Aquafit the other two mornings. Ray had a great time walking the hills and streets of San Miguel, discovering even more interesting sights. We saw all the Academy Award winners and might-have-been movies we missed earlier, attended interesting documentaries and discussions, concerts and plays, and still had time to share meals at some of the multitude of good restaurants or at the homes of friends. On top of that you there were annual local festivals to enjoy or just go to the Jardin to enjoy the passing scene and listen to the Mariachi bands. Then those with an artistic bend could enroll in any number of courses to improve your drawing, sculpting or painting techniques, take courses in Spanish, literature, photography, or simply visit the many art galleries and museums in town. There were guided historical walks in town, visits to nearby villages, and bird watching walks. I am sure I have missed someone’s favourite activity, but you get the picture. We barely had time in one month to take in every activity that struck our fancy. Of course, I did leave time to visit San Miguel shoes, several of the excellent clothing stores and buy a new necklace or two from Margaret at her booth in the weekend Artisan Market.

To see photos of the annual gathering of local indigenous people celebrating El Señor de la Conquista (the Lord of the Conquest) click the following link:

Tours of interesting local houses are held every Sunday, but this year marked the first time a few of the oldest houses in San Miguel were included. To see photos of my tour, click the following link;

After two months at the beautiful beaches in Puerto Morelos and Zihuatanejo, it was time for a change. We even had a new apartment this year. We were in a small compound with six apartments, near the Central Market. We only made one trip to the big supermarket, La Comer this year. We found everything we needed either in the fascinating Central Market or at Bonanza, which stocks favourite Gringo food. The Saturday Via Organica, next to Mercado Sano, was just the place to pick up artisan cheeses, mole sauces, fresh fish and have lunch at one of the many booths manned by locals while listening to visiting musicians. We had a lower apartment with two bedrooms and our friends, Dave and Darlene Kerr, were in another unit across from ours. Another mutual friend, Franceen, was on the third floor above our unit. It was a very friendly compound with Margot and Barnanby, from Saltspring Island above us and Kathleen and Peter above the Kerrs. It took us two days to write to the owner of our unit and reserve for the month of March again next year.

As part of our visit to Mexico in 2014, we stayed with our friends Suzanne and David Andrews. We were introduced to a group of their friends, most of whom have Montreal roots. The friendship with the Andrews and our new friends, we have continued to return to San Miguel. We get together to enjoy many of the activities in San Miguel, take turns hosting parties and try out new restaurants. We were surprised this year to unexpectedly meet Suzanne and Peter Krayer, friends from Ottawa, walking around the Jardin. We were pleased to visit with them and share the same activities in San Miguel. Our friendships have added a new dimension to our Mexican visits.

To see photos of some of our visits with friends click the following link:

If anyone is interested in visiting San Miguel for a week next year, we have room for guests. We guarantee you won’t be bored.

Friday, March 17, 2017

La Madera is Numero Uno in Zihuatanejo

Zihuatanejo, Mexico
24 January – 28 February 2017

La Madera Beach Zihuatanejo
To see photos of  Zihuatanejo, click the following:

Why do we keep returning to La Madera Beach in Zihuatanejo? We love the beach and the good beach restaurants that allow us to sit in the shade or the sun as long as we want. The great local farmer’s market, Mercado Central, the multitude of good restaurants and the abundance of fresh fish are two more reasons. But the main reason is the number of friends we have made over the past years and friends from years past who have also discovered the charms of Zihuatanejo.

The first people who greeted us on the beach were our Minnesota friends, Don and Joyce Kaplan. Besides many of the other tourists on La Madera beach, they have become friends with all the artisan people who stroll the beach selling their wares or offering a guitar concert. A special family of three adorable little girls come after school to sell 1Peso packages of gum while their mother sells well-made bead jewelry. As well as hugs, the girls get lessons in counting in English, while we learn the Spanish names for things.

We were pleased that Suzanne and David Andrews, friends from my University days, have switched allegiance from La Ropa Beach to La Madera beach. The Andrews introduced us to Donna and David Boychuk, from Hemmingford, Quebec. The Andrews and the Boychuks all went to Lachine High School together many years ago. It was the first year the Boychuks came to Zihuatanejo and they liked it so much they have reserved for next year.

We are not the only ones who return to La Madera Beach year after year. Sandy and Ron Johnson, from Vancouver, greeted us on one of our first days on the beach. And then there is the group from Saskatchewan who come for the month of February and Nedra and Ed from northern Alberta. There was always somebody to talk to or meet while sitting under the palapa roof of our favourite beach restaurant.
Anuncien El Evangelio Chapel
The old town of Zihuatanejo still holds many charms for us. We love walking along the Malecón, the walkway along the town beach, choosing fresh fish for our dinner from the returning fishermen, listening to the guitarists and other musicians strolling past the restaurants, snapping photos of the many sculptures portraying Zihatanejo as it was when the Spanish first arrived and admiring the old churches. The Central farmers market holds all the fresh fruit, vegetables, meat and fish you could wish for. Of course, if we tire of our own cooking there are more than enough good restaurants to choose from both in Zihuatanejo town and especially along the streets nearest La Madera.

Our daily routine at La Madera beach included a long swim across the bay and back for me while Ray swam out to a buoy about 100 M offshore, then a pleasant walk across the sandy beach to drip dry. By then it would be time for lunch from the friendly good cooks at the beach restaurant.  We might even get a second swim after lunch. An added bonus for me was a weekly session with Anna, one of the excellent masseurs in a massage tent next to the beach restaurant. We need a little pampering now and again.

The day after we arrived I made my way to Hotel Casa Celeste in Zihatanejo town, a ten minute walk from our place, to find the Yoga class I had read about on the internet. From then on, I took classes with Victoria, originally from Victoria, every Tuesday and Thursday morning. I even got Sandy and her sister-in-law, Liz, hooked on the classes.

Some say that the best beach in Zihuatanejo is La Ropa, named for the silk clothing washed ashore from the wreck of sailing ship centuries ago. Yes, the beach is longer than Madera and there are more hotels bordering the beach, but it a long walk up and down steep hills or a taxi ride from Zihuatanejo, so we prefer the smaller La Madera. Regardless, we have to make at least one visit to La Ropa each year. We took a taxi with the Boychuks to the far end of the beach and got chairs in front of the beach restaurant Rossy. A surprise awaited us. There had been unusually high winds the night before and a sailboat had come loose from its mooring and lay wrecked in the shallows in front of the restaurant. People who stay nearby told us that they saw the sailboat in distress being approached by fishermen who tried to attach ropes to the boat to try to save the boat. The sailboat was over 30 feet long and much too big for the small fishing boats to control. Luckily no one was in the boat when it was wrecked, but the damage was severe. All day long salvage crews crawled over the carcass removing anything of value. Two days later there was nothing left except small pieces of wood that washed up on both La Ropa and La Madera.

The Kaplans introduced us to Santa Prisca Pozoleria, which serves arguably the best Pozole soup in Zihuatanejo. Pozole is a tradition Mexican soup with maiz, AKA hominy, in a pork based broth. The soup comes with a choice of chicken or pork morsels, a plate of chilies, avocado, limes, pickled vegetables, and other small snacks to put in the soup or savour separately. The portions are large so Ray and I share a chica (small) bowl. With the soup, we share a few orders from a selection of BBQ pork, tamales, tostadas, tacos or enchiladas. 
Burnhams and Andrews at Santa Prisca
One of the main reasons the restaurant is so popular is the lunch entertainment provided by a group who play all the North American favourites from the 50s to the 80s, plus lively Mexican numbers. The crowd loves it and sings along and cheers the band on. We brought the Andrews with us our first visit of the year. David was sold on Pozole lunch was the tradition of drinking shots of Mescal at the end of the meal. The first order of mescal comes in a shot glass while repeat orders are poured from a two litre coke bottle that was decanted from the cask of mescal the restaurant buys. David insisted on having his picture with a comely young waitress wearing one of the T-shirts made for the restaurant after his second shot. Her T-shirt said “We don’t just make pozole, we make happy”. The T-shirts of several of the male servers said “Eat whatever you want, this is your house”. We returned with friends every Thursday. We knew we had become regulars when the band started greeting us as they arrived for their session.

Notices went up advertising the annual Streetfest, which raises money to buy defibrillators for community centers in Zihuatanejo. One long block of a street very near our place was closed off for a Friday evening and filled with long tables and chairs, with a large dance floor in the middle, and a stage for the evening entertainment at one end. We got there in time to secure a table for ourselves, the Andrews and the Johnsons. Dinner was Hamburgers provided by a restaurant on the street. Entertainment began with the Mark and Andy Show, a duo who know all the oldies that the crowd likes to dance to. A presentation of formal Mexican dances was performed by accomplished local couples, dressed in Guaybera shirts and black pants for the men and black party dresses for the women. This was followed by an accomplished group of children performing traditional dances with their instructors. A dance contest completed the performance. Sandy and Ron, who love ballroom dancing, entered. The winners of the contest was a couple who were part of the traditional dances, but Sandy and Ron won second prize!
Ron and Sandy Johnson in dance contest

Money is raised by selling raffle tickets for diners at local restaurants, golf, and other items. We all bought tickets at Streetfest but none of us won anything. We obviously were not sitting at the right table as the table next to us won the lion’s share of the prizes. Oh well, it was a good cause.

The 5th of February brought the Superbowl and many of the restaurants bring in big screens for patrons to watch the game. We don’t watch much football during the rest of the year, but the Superbowl is a must see in Zihuatanejo. We made up a party of our friends and went to Casa La Vieja to enjoy a meal and the game. We all thought it was a ho-hum game that the Atlanta Falcons were bound to win, that is until well into the 4th quarter. Then the New England Patriots tied it up and went into scoring the winning goal in sudden death overtime. Too bad I didn’t have money on anyone.

There are a few events we missed this year and are bound to be a “must do event” next year. First on my list is to sign on one of the tours of the waters around Zihuatanejo on one of the sailboats partaking in the Sailfest annual fund raisers.  Since 2002 Sailfest, has built 102 classrooms, bathrooms, kitchens and playgrounds for disadvantaged children at more than 30 schools, including 14 brand-new schools in partnership with the local community. We did get to the annual dance with music by the M-Dock, a group of middle-aged men who come from Springfield, Missouri every year to play at the festival. Of course they know all the golden oldies that we can actually dance to. It was lots of fun, even if we, once again, were left out of the raffle prizes.

Last year we saw a sign advertising the Mexican Cooking School that is held in the back of a restaurant right near our place. We tried to reserve for one of their classes, but we too late. They were fully booked for the remaining days we would be in Zihuatanejo. This year, Ray and I were on our way to the Central Market when the sign was out again. We asked again for a reservation and again were told we were too late, but there was an option. The class was just about to start and there were two places available, if we wanted to join the class immediately. Both Ray and I said, sure, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves making chilies relleno (stuffed).  The instructor, Monica was great. She told all about the different chilies and had each student peeling flame blackened Poblano and Jalapeno chilies and removing the seeds prior to stuffing them. Monica demonstrated five variations of stuffing and with our help, dipped prepared poblano chilis, stuffed with cheese, in an egg flour batter and place them in a fry pan of hot vegetable oil for the final step. When all the peppers were stuffed, we enjoyed a lunch, sampling all the five variations. We were all surprised at what a labour intensive process it is to make stuffed peppers but the results were delicious. Another cooking experience is on my agenda for next year.

We have stayed in the same apartment, Casa Azul Abajo, (the ground floor) apartment the last two years but we are moving next year to an apartment with a view of La Madera beach. Much as we regret leaving our comfortable apartment, the noise from an all-night club became too much for us. We look forward to heading the sound of the surf rather than wearing ear plugs each night to block raucous club noise. Nevertheless, we look forward to our next trip to Zihuatanejo and especially La Madera Beach.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Puerto Morelos for fish and food

Puerto Morelos, Yucatan, Mexico
January 15 – 25 2017

Hola everyone

After five or six days with black flags on the beach indicating wind and currents strong enough to keep the fishing boats, snorkel and diving boats in port and almost no one in the water, except the kite surfers, who had a ball, the winds moderated and we were back snorkeling off the beach every day. We never did book a snorkel trip to the reef because we were having so much fun chasing the schools of fish very close to the shore.
Yoga on the rooftop with Melissa
The swimming, and walking the beach every day, combined with my three times a week Yoga class, meant that Ray and I could enjoy all the good restaurants in town without feeling guilty.

You heard it from me. Puerto Morelos is turning into a foodie town. We sampled several of the restaurants, both simple and more upscale and it is true. There is something for everyone’s taste. Go to Petita en la Playita for ceviche and seafood tacos at Carabelos, and at a tiny place on Niños Heroes. Carpe Diem, run by Italians, is the place to go for European cheeses, homemade pasta and sauce, and Paris quality croissants and pain au chocolate. Go to El Nicho and Layla’s for brunch, especially Layla’s on the weekend, to hear a good blues guitarist.
Blues at Brunch at Layla's
We finally made it to John Gray’s Kitchen for a special meal that truly deserves its high rating. Tonino’s Wine Bar and Restaurant, owned and run by Constanza, the daughter of our landlady, was hard to find, but worth the effort. It was down an alley, tucked away in an outdoor patio behind another restaurant. We arrived at Tonino’s on Tuesday, our last night in Puerto Morelos, to find that the restaurant was fully booked with people anticipating the weekly entertainment. Luckily, we got a table when early diners left before the entertainment began. We stayed to enjoy a great Blues and Soul singer, backed up by a guitarist, while we ate our well-prepared meal and glass of Chardonnay.
Tuesday at Tonino's
Yes, Puerto Morelos remains high on our list of the best beach towns in Mexico. Even three weeks wasn’t enough time.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Puerto Morelos on the Yucatan

Puerto Morelos on the Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico
Jan 4-14 2017

“Jeanne, look down here!” Ray called me as we started out from the shore with our snorkels and masks. A small ray, with faint spots, was lying quietly in the sea grasses. One moment later we were floating over the biggest Spotted Eagle Ray we have ever seen! And it isn’t running away! It seems to be turning around, watching us! That skinny tail must be almost a meter long. OK, as long as we do not provoke it, we can enjoy watching how it moves like a delicate winged creature through the water.

We had arrived from Havana, Cuba the previous afternoon and that was our first opportunity to go swimming. One of the reasons we like Puerto Morelos so much, besides the long stretch of white sand beach, is the ease at which we can enjoy the corals and tropical fish without having to go on an organized snorkel boat trip. The Mesoamerican Barrier Reef is just 500 M offshore, closer to the shore in Puerto Morelos than anywhere else along the Yucatan. In 1998 the area made a protected Reefs National Park. You cannot fish in the park and you are not permitted to swim out to the reef, but anyone who can swim 100 M can go from shore to find corals and schools of fish to keep you interested for hours. Yes there are barracudas hovering around the smaller fish, but if you don’t bother them, they won’t bother you.

We are not being visited by our children and grandchildren this year so we have rented a simple, one-bedroom apartment just a block from the beach. Christina, a former Argentinean woman, lives in a unit on the front of the house. She has expanded her home to include five studio or one-bedroom units, spread over two floors. Our unit, on the ground floor, has a kitchen and separate outdoor room in the former garage. The outdoor has comfortable wicker chairs and a table, plus a hot tub, which we don’t use. The units are reasonably priced and popular with American and Canadian tourists, several of whom return every year. Our host, Christina, has been great in responding to our problems, first by replacing a hose herself on our gas stove, and then buying a new mattress for our bed. We couldn't ask for better service.

We have stocked up with groceries at the large grocery store on the highway that runs along the Yucatan about 2 km from Puerto Morelos. There are small stores in town to supply our needs if run out of basics and there are a number of ever improving restaurants in town to sample. When we had problems with our gas stove the first day we went to for great shrimp tacos and sampled our favourite shrimp ceviche at La Petita en la Playita. After a recommendation from our Ottawa neighbours, Kevin and Linda, we skipped our usual fruit, granola and yogurt breakfast in favour of brunch at El Nicho. Our verdict, echoed by the crowd of locals and tourists who eat there each morning: El Nicho rivals our Ottawa favourite, Stoneface Dollys in Ottawa. We are back to our own home cooking again but we have a few more restaurants to sample before we leave.

The downside of Puerto Morelos is the high winds brought by El Norte (OK blame Canada!) after three days of perfect visibility for snorkeling. The snorkel boats, and Ray and I, are patiently waiting for the winds to die down before heading out to explore the corals again.

What are we doing in the meantime? We go for a walk on the streets, exploring both north and south of town, in the morning and walk the more than 2 km stretch of beach in the afternoon. I have also signed up for yoga three mornings per week. The popular classes are led by Melissa on the roof terrace of the small apartment complex, Abbey del Sol, a few blocks from our apartment. Melissa teaches a form of Hatha and Vinyasa Yoga, which is different from the Iyengar Yoga I have been learning in Ottawa, but I am adapting and enjoying the classes.

On one of our beach walks, we were pleased and surprised to be greeted by Carol and Lise, from St Jerome QC, whom we met 3 years ago at La Petite Prince and saw again 2 years ago when Erica and family were here. In the meantime, they bought a cottage near Mt Tremblant and didn’t come last year. We renewed our friendship over drinks one evening and we will meet them for dinner one evening, before they return to Canada next week.

Now if that El Norte wind will just drop down a bit more, we will be back circling over all those multi-coloured fish again.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Last Days in Havana

Jan 2-4 2017

To see photos of our last days in Havana, slick the following link
Last Days in Havana

Getting there is not always Half the Fun, especially if the shared taxi driver is unfamiliar with the streets of Trinidad.

We were picked up at our Casa in Trinidad shortly after 8 AM, anticipating another 10 minutes in town picking up two more passengers. That was optimistic.  After getting detailed directions to the next pickup location from Belkys, our Casa host, the driver went one half-block before asking a local for the same directions. The new directions were not satisfactory either. We spent the next half hour in the car stopping every block and circling streets before finally finding the house where the driver was supposed to pick up two passengers, only to see the prospective passengers get into another taxi and drive away. Either the dispatcher had double booked a taxi or the customers had called another taxi after the original one missed the expected arrival time. My vote is for the second reason.

The driver phoned his dispatcher and after 10 minutes, was given another address. Guess what? The driver continued getting lost getting to the new address where a young Swiss girl became the third passenger. We were not finished yet. A fourth passenger was needed to fill the car and of course the driver didn’t know where that house was either. We eventually found the address and picked up a waiting Japanese woman. After circling another blocks, we finally headed out of town, more than an hour later than we expected.

The highway to Havana is never crowded and we made good time, before stopping at a farm house next to the road to buy gasoline for the car. The farmer told the driver he had no gas to sell that day. I had visions of running out of fuel somewhere on the highway, but shortly, we turned off to visit another farmer who directed us to his neighbour next door who did have gas to sell. The driver extracted a large funnel from the truck and the farmer emptied the contents of a 10 litre plastic container into the gas tank, all the way smoking a cigarette. No strict safety measures here. The driver also filled his own spare plastic container with even more fuel and stored that in the trunk of the car.

We carried on to Havana. As we approached the city it became obvious the driver had never been there before. Luckily we had a map of town and after one inquiry from a local man, we were able to direct the driver to Hostal Peregrino. The Swiss girl, who had planned to go directly to the airport where her Swiss Air flight home was scheduled for 8 PM that night, had received a text message while driving to Havana, announcing the flight was delayed a full day, reason unknown. She got out of the taxi at the same time we did, intending to meet a friend who was in the city. That left the Japanese woman to get to her reservation in Vedado district, a few km from the center of town. We never found out how long it took the taxi driver to find his way there. We were just glad to finally get to our Hostal.  

We were warmly welcomed back to Hostal Peregrino by the staff, who showed us to the same room we had left almost two weeks before. After a warm shower and a rest, we spent the evening walking in Habana Vieja and enjoying a good, but overpriced dinner of lobster in a tasty tomato sauce and a bottle of good Italian wine.

Castillo de San Salvador de la Punta, along the sea wall

The next day was much more enjoyable. We had a long walk along the sea wall bordering Habana Vieja and had lunch in Casa del Queso La Marriage, the find of our visit in Havana. Cuban cheeses are generally bland, but new cheese varieties are being developed and have found a sales venue in this new restaurant. We shared a good salad and a cheese board of three different cheeses, plus a glass of white wine each, all for a bargain price. If you happen to be in Havana, look for the restaurant at the corner of Amagura and San Ignacio in Habana Vieja. You will not be disappointed.

That evening we returned to 5 esquinas, our favourite Italian restaurant for seafood dinners and a shared Caprese salad, all very good. Our last walk in the area brought us back to Meson de la Flota, in time to enjoy another flamenco performance, the perfect way to spend the last evening in Havana.

Welcoming the New Year in Trinidad

December 28 – January 2 2017

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Who is this big dude, dressed in a ball cap and dark glasses, ready to go the beach? Oh, it is our dinner! I guess Piggy missed those big knives beside him.

It was New Years Eve and our Casa Particular hosts, Belkys and Juan Rafael, had invited Ray and I and two Latvian men, who were the other guests of the Casa, to a special dinner. New Years is a family time in Cuba and Belkys mother and their son was home from college in Sancti Spiritus. Belkys had set up a large buffet of salads and rice and Juan made sure we each had a beer to mark the occasion. The pig was carved and we helped ourselves to the juicy roast meat. That wasn’t all. Belkys had ordered a special cake for the occasion, decorated with “Felix Dia 2017”. We had to caution Belkys not to give us giant helpings of cake, but it was moist and delicious. It was a great start to our evening.

Ray and I headed out to see what was happening at the Plaza Mayor, just up the cobble stoned road from our house. As usual, tourists were clustered at the bottom of the broad, sweep of staircase leading up to the terrace where Salsa bands play every evening. The tourists were not ready for salsa dancing yet. They were taking advantage of the WiFi available from three bars across the street. Everybody had their smart phones in hand, busily reading emails and browse internet sites. There was another crowd of people sitting on the upper terrace already and a lineup waiting to pay the 1 CUC entrance to get close to the band.

We were headed for the Casa de la Trova, a few doors away. This is where the local bands come to play and locals come to dance to the music. There was one table left for us in the already packed room. One group, which included a saxophonist, was finishing their 9:00 PM set, and another group was ready to take their turn. It was obvious that all the locals know each other. This was a big night and the crème de la crème in Trinidad music circles was there. There were hugs and kisses for all the notables and drinks poured from their personal bottles of Rum or Vodka, sometimes watered down with soft drinks. The 10 PM group had the best dancers crowd the small dance area, applauding after each number. The locals certainly know how to dance and enjoy themselves.

We stayed for most of the 11 PM group before leaving to explore other bars. The lineup of people waiting to go up the broad stairway was growing longer. We heard music coming from around the corner. A band on the second floor balcony of La Nueva Era restaurant was encouraging a crowd watching from across the street to echo the chorus and dance along. Everyone was having a good time. We walked on until we reached a third bar, Ruinas Segarte, where we heard decidedly different music. We went in and shared a bench and table with a local family.  An accomplished violinist was performing a jazzed up number. He was good. Accompanied by other musicians with a keyboard and drums, he even managed a Celtic melody that rivaled Nathalie McMaster, not your usual salsa or son sound. We stayed to hear a vocalist sing Felix Navidad, the only Spanish number that includes a toast to New Years as well. At the stroke of midnight everyone got up to wish friends and strangers, including Ray and me, the best for the New Year. It was a friendly group.

The New Year had begun and it was time for us to go back to our house. We passed through the biggest crowd we had ever seen in Mexico. The stairs and the area at the base of the stairs were packed with people. Amazingly, the mood was definitely happy and friendly with not even a hint of drunken behaviour. Everyone was just glad to share in the holiday spirit.

What did we do the rest of our time in Trinidad? After getting frustrated with the speed of WiFi connections, that is when we even got a connection, we finally decided we could wait until we got to Mexico to do more than send a text or two. Instead, we took walks to some parts of town we had not discovered in previous visits. There was an advertisement for a concert in Santa Ana Plaza that included several members of the famous Buena Vista Social Club. The concert was held every Saturday evening at 10 PM, the next being New Years Eve. It sounded interesting, especially as the Buena Vista Social Club has officially retired. The Plaza, across the street from the ruins of Santa Ana Church, was in the northeastern part of Trinidad in a former 19th C Spanish prison. I was informed that reservations could not be made, so we eventually abandoned the idea of attending but instead walked up the hill from the church to Motel Las Cuevas. Our Lonely Planet did not speak highly of the Government run hotel or its food, but the view from its hilltop local was worth the visit.

Lonely Planet also suggested a late day visit to Barrio de Los Tres Cruces, an area heading downhill from the Plaza Mayor. The cobbled streets of Trinidad are being eroded everywhere by the increase in car, truck and bus traffic and the Barrio was in somewhat worse shape. The saving grace were the colourful small houses lining the streets and seeing the horses return for the evening after ferrying tourists and produce around for the day.

If you want to see where the local residents live in any Cuban town, you go to the produce market, which in Trinidad is south of Parque Cespedes. The homes are not as well renovated and grand as perhaps other parts of town but the people are friendly and there is always a pickup soccer game to watch and people sitting on their doorsteps gossiping with their neighbours.

Even if we were trying to avoid the large portions served in many restaurants in Cuba, we couldn’t pass up returning to favourite privately run restaurants in Trinidad and finding new favourites. Ananda Sol was a perfect choice for our 51th Anniversary dinner on December 30. The setting in a beautifully restored and furnished Colonial house more than matches the well prepared food. There is even a good trio to entertain diners. No wonder there are lineups to get in each night.

We found the perfect lunch spot, La Redacción restaurant, in the former home of a 19th C newspaper, “El Liberal”. We had  a bowl of soup two days and shared good appetizers another day. The restaurant featured the paintings and sculptures of a Sancti Spiritus artist, Madrigal. The fantasy themes fascinated us, enough to almost consider taking one back to Canada. 

After discovering that a past favourite, Paladar Estela, where we dined in the garden, no longer served meals, we discovered El Dorado. The well priced, tasty meals were served in another restored colonial house. We ate well in Trinidad.  

Friday, January 6, 2017

The Beach on the Bay of Pigs

The Beach on the Bay of Pigs
 December 21 – 28 2016

To see photos of Batey Caletón, Playa Larga on Google photos, click the following
see Batey Caleton Beach photos

Was Hostal Yaimé y Manolito, in Batey Caletón, a suburb of Playa Larga on Bahía des Cochinos (the Bay of Pigs), going to be as good as our memories from two years ago? Yes it was. Yes, our Casa Particular accommodation was still simple. Our room, one of three in the house, had a double bed and a single bed, a mini-fridge, a small bedside table, a stand with hangers for our clothes, AC, a noisy fan we didn’t use and a compact bathroom with a hot water shower. Yet it was the welcome of the owners and their staff that made us feel right at home. It was only a moment before we were remembered from our visit two years ago. Yaimé and Manolito, the owners, were alerted and came to give us hugs and a welcoming kiss. That warm feeling stayed with us for the entire week of our return visit.

A big draw for Ray and me was the long, sandy beach right in front of our house. We were there for the Christmas holiday week, bringing more tourists from Europe, Canada and a few Americans than our previous visit, but it was never crowded. The water was clear, warm and inviting, perfect for our daily swims. We had brought our snorkels and mask with us to find the corals growing on rocks about 100 M offshore. We entertained ourselves floating above the corals admiring the tropical fish and searching for the best fan or brain corals. Walks on the beach after swimming and through the small village in every direction in the morning kept us occupied the rest of the day.

The one activity we repeated this year was a visit to Punta Perdiz and Cuevas de los Peces, two excellent snorkeling and diving spots farther along the Bay of pigs towards Playa Girón. The same retired Quebec school bus came along the beach road in Batey Caletón and Playa Larga at 9 AM picking up tourists as it did two years ago. After stopping at the one Dive Shop in the area to pay 10 CUC each for the excursion, rent equipment if you didn’t have your own, and arrange for optional scuba diving. 

From the dive shop it was about 20 minutes to Punta Perdiz (lost Point). The shore is rocky but a ladder or simple steps get you into an aquarium of tropical fish amongst the corals. The drop off of the reef is just 50 M from shore, waiting for divers to explore the deep and find a scuppered US landing craft left over from the Bay of Pigs landing in 1961. After 1-1/2 hours at Punta Perdiz, we were back on the school bus to drive to Cuevas de los Peces (Fishtank Cave), about 10 minutes back towards Playa Larga. About 100 M into the woods across from the beach is a 70 M deep flooded cenote, a limestone cave with a collapsed roof. The water fresh water is suitable for swimming but it is so dark the fish are barely visible. Divers need a light to explore the deep. Ray and I prefer the ocean with more tropical fish and corals to explore. It is a great way to spend the day and suitable for children wearing life jackets, as well.

Two years ago we took guided birding trips into the Ciénaga (swamp) de Zapata to see the water fowl and the Zapata forest to find zunzunitos, the tiny bee hummingbird. We didn’t repeat the visit this year but a British couple staying at our house visited and reported that they were thrilled with the variety of birds and wildlife they encountered. 

A French-Spanish family we befriended, who live in the 13th Arrondisement in Paris, stopped on their taxi ride from Havana to visit Criadero des Cocodrillos, a crocodile breeding center, about 20 km north of Playa Larga. They arrived in time for feeding hour, which especially impressed their young 7 and 10 year old children.

We took all our meals at the Hostal because the cook Maira, was still there, practising her magic on the limited selection of ingredients available to Cubans. Tables under a long shady palm shelter were the perfect place to have a drink and enjoy our meals. Hostal Yaimé y Manolito is not an official Paladar, the Cuban private restaurant, so it is not set up officially to receive guests, other than those of us staying at the hostal, unless enough food is available to feed extras that day. I don’t think that Playa Larga or Batey Caletón even has an official Paladar yet. That meant, that given the reputation of the good food, tables shaded from the sun, good outdoor bar and comfortable beach chairs facing the sea, our house was a magnet for other tourists to share the facilities with us and hope to eat one of Maira’s good meals.

Breakfast and dinner is priced separately from the room, but is still a bargain. Breakfast is a plate of fruit, buns, sliced meats and cheese, eggs any way you like, fresh juice and coffee or tea. Each dinner came with a homemade soup, vegetable salad, rice and a fruit salad. The dinner portions were so large we convinced Maira to give us half portions, and still we had more than enough to eat. We had our choice of fish, shrimps, chicken and other meat. Christmas Eve brought the arrival of a freshly killed pig, which was butchered on site and offered for dinner that night and for the extended family of Yaimé and Manolito who gathered to celebrate Christmas. The roast pork was enjoyed by everyone.

Entertainment by a Cuban band is always welcome. Our house was host to a six piece group at dinner time about every two days. We were more than happy to listen to their Latin rhythms and contribute some CUC to support their efforts.

We left for Trinidad on December 28 after more hugs and vows to come again. Our transport was a shared taxi, a big 1950s Oldsmobile station wagon, the precursor to the family van with three rows of seats seating all eight tourists and the driver. Luggage went in the small trunk and strapped securely on top. Four of the passengers got out in Cienfuego, about half-way into the three hour drive to Trinidad, so we remaining four had lots of room to spread out.