From the street on Mataza

 We are sitting outside on the street waiting for our paella—and beer.  Left Trinidad this morning and hit the road.  Basically, we retraced our path when we came down.  It was a long bus day.  Made one bathroom stop and continued on our way to a farm for lunch.  The name of the farm was a version of coincidence because the owners were pleased that everything came together for their farming and art project. The owners have been there 36 years. The father passed within the last 3 months and mother carries on with her three sons.  We had a family style lunch and all the food was raised on the farm.  Had chicken, pork ribs, rice and beans, salad, and lots of other food. It was delightful.  The owner took us on a tour of her 50 acres which had an amazing collection of plants and trees. Back on the road and on her way. When we got to Matanza, we immediately went to a local dance school and were treated to a half-hour program.  Then we met the amazing dancers who ranged in age from 18 to 44.  Checked in to the hotel.  Chuck and I are on the second floor.  Did I tell you that we climbed up the longest flight of steps ever!  Small room, but it has all we need.  Now we are sitting outside at a restaurant waiting for our food.  

We have encountered more surprise steps including one to get in the bathroom and one as we step out of the room.  

Will close for now.  The paella is almost here. Must add that we have three other travel companions at our table.  All have traveled widely and are great companions.  They are laughing and wanted to be sure that I mentioned their presence.  

Stella