Trinidad is small, quaint, and relaxing. The houses are historic and colorful, and the beer is cheap. Next to a fantastic beach where the water is almost too warm, we had some food and a pina colada that spelled death for Carmen’s tum. I was forced to go on a catamaran ride without her, but she did manage to make it to the waterfall in the middle of a jungle. A very old model Ford, tad newer than a T, took us over the rough path to get there. I felt foolish for owning a 4×4 truck.

Our hosts Yani and Luisma were a delight. They planned 90% of this entire trip for us and made us feel like family. I am still in contact with them. The last night they took us to the “club in the cave”, it was a dance club in a cave, about 50 feet under the earth. Geology awe aside, I also came to learn that every Cuban is a professional dancer.