Cabarete Palm Beach Condos
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Day 9- I keep having dreams about Angeli. I also can't help myself from waking up at 6:30 every morning even though we are allowed to sleep in much later. Today, we woke up and then headed over to Cabarete and the lazy dog cafe! Yay wifi! I talked to my friends and family and enjoyed the indoors for a bit. I went out on the sunny beach for just an hour before we all ate pizza for lunch! I've missed pizza so much, so I was extremely excited ...
... at the top and plants trees or something, but our group didn't. On the way down, I fell 2 times because I was running so fast to get out of this place. I was so relieved at the bottom, I bought two water bottles and drank them both on the spot. So. Thirsty. I fell asleep on the bus ride home, but woke up because there was a giant forest fire a mile or so from the side of the road and I had to close my window. When I got back, I showered, then ...
... farm this guy has with 1 million bees! We got to walk a little trail to go see them and try some honey comb! Somebody told me honey comb was bee throwup after I tried it so I got pretty grossed out. The final stretch of cement came after the tour. I'm honestly so happy to be done with shoveling heavy cement into buckets in the 95 degree sun. Back at home base, we have lots of lizard friends. They all live in our room. I'm just kidding I hate ...
... more tourist driven, and we will probably make it there this week. In Islabon the beach is quiet and littered, though the riptides are fierce. After our walk, the group came back tired and hungry. We stayed at the resort to eat, which has some if the kids feeling stir crazy. We had beans and rice and pork chop, iceberg salad and macaroni salad. All very simple
After dinner ...
... about that. What makes a country poor? Was it lack of street lights and and public transportation? The unbearable presence of prostitution? I couldn't tell, but I knew that, sitting on the lighted , tourist riddled beach of Cabarete, I did not feel like I was in the poorest country I have ever seen. I refuse to use the iceberg analogy for personal reasons, but I will say this: I think a very important lesson I am learning around approaches of sustainable development is that ...