I stepped off the bus in Trinidad (the city, not the country) and wondered if we had gotten lost and I had ended back up in Antigua, Guatemala somehow. From the colonial architecture to the cobblestone streets to the vibrant colors of the houses, I definitely had a déjà vu moment.
This time we were safely ushered to the appropriate Casa Particular, the Casa de Senor Cesar Orbea. It was a beautiful place with a rooftop terrace and a nice patio for breakfast but from the start I didn’t like the owner of the house. He refused to make eye contact with me and when I asked him questions (in Spanish) he would either not let me finish my sentences or not listen to me at all. Pat humored my request to find a different place for the rest of our stay and we ended up at Casa Tayaba the next few nights. The noise and business of the house made us feel right at home and the women who ran the place made us feel like we were part of the huge family that lived there. In addition it had a great location next to the main plaza and stunning third floor views of the city, sea and the sunset. It was probably the best Casa we stayed in the whole trip.
We also fell in love with the city of Trinidad. It was close to both the sea and the mountains, a short bus ride away from the beach and had a homey small-town feeling. We spent three full days there, two at the beach and one relaxing in the city itself.