We woke up at 9 am for breakfast and loaded onto the bus to drive to Trinidad, Cuba. The drive was 4 hours, but halfway through we stopped at a bar for the restroom and snacks. When we arrived at Trinidad, we went to the base house to relax.
We tried a traditional Cuban drink called "Chachara" (rum, honey, and lime) in the lobby and almost everyone took a sip, then put it down. No one was starving, so we just went to a small fast food restaurant with pizzas and sandwiches. The food was pretty gross and I only had one slice of the salchicha y queso pizza. Afterward we went on an orientation walk around town and then dispersed to do what we wanted.
We wandered to an artisan shop and my mom saw a piece she loved which the artist was working on. The artist said it would be ready in 30 minutes, so we went walking through towns to different stores. We walked back in the general direction of the shop, but we could not find it anywhere. We walked street after street, our backs getting tired from the cobble road. We finally found it when we had almost given up, but he was not yet done. We went to the restaurant next door to have some drinks while we watched a man cooking a pig. There was also a band at the restaurant which was also very nice. We walked back over to the shop and the man had finished it. We bought it and walked home.
We relaxed at our casa for a bit before meeting David for dinner at a very expensive place. We went to the restaurant and there was a guitarist in the doorway. They brought us crackers and different sauces, then a very interesting tasting soup, then a plate of vegetables, then our main course. By the time the meat got there, we were full. I strongly disliked my lemon chicken and I tried Annie's fried chicken and it was extremely dry along with David's pork chop. We finished with ice cream. Overall I was dissatisfied and went to bed with a very full and queasy stomach. My mom and I both did not feel well.
We tried a traditional Cuban drink called "Chachara" (rum, honey, and lime) in the lobby and almost everyone took a sip, then put it down. No one was starving, so we just went to a small fast food restaurant with pizzas and sandwiches. The food was pretty gross and I only had one slice of the salchicha y queso pizza. Afterward we went on an orientation walk around town and then dispersed to do what we wanted.
We wandered to an artisan shop and my mom saw a piece she loved which the artist was working on. The artist said it would be ready in 30 minutes, so we went walking through towns to different stores. We walked back in the general direction of the shop, but we could not find it anywhere. We walked street after street, our backs getting tired from the cobble road. We finally found it when we had almost given up, but he was not yet done. We went to the restaurant next door to have some drinks while we watched a man cooking a pig. There was also a band at the restaurant which was also very nice. We walked back over to the shop and the man had finished it. We bought it and walked home.We relaxed at our casa for a bit before meeting David for dinner at a very expensive place. We went to the restaurant and there was a guitarist in the doorway. They brought us crackers and different sauces, then a very interesting tasting soup, then a plate of vegetables, then our main course. By the time the meat got there, we were full. I strongly disliked my lemon chicken and I tried Annie's fried chicken and it was extremely dry along with David's pork chop. We finished with ice cream. Overall I was dissatisfied and went to bed with a very full and queasy stomach. My mom and I both did not feel well. 
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