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Travel Blogs from Santo Domingo
... was flooded and I knew I wasn't making it to Guasumita that night. Thanks to Alicia (amazing volunteer), who lives right BEFORE the bridge, we were able to crash in her house for the night.
Toby, his bed, and I made it to my house at 7:30 AM Wednesday to get ready for my 9 AM English class. We went back June 14th and July 5th for other vaccinations. Now he only needs to go back in November, and after that in 1 year.
ENGLISH CLASS: ...
... downtown and I couldn't be on public transit after
7:00. At the bus stop across the street from my barrio I caught the first
guagua (a ten-seater bus being made to fit seventeen) to go by. We hadn't
gone a hundred yards when traffic slowed to a crawl. The driver kept
wedging us into mere crevasses between trucks and cars that just made it
harder for everyone to get where they were going. To make matters worse,
the engine kept ...
... me and seeing the culture of what is Santo Domingo, and I have to say that this city is amazing. The first thing I noticed is how relaxed everyone truly ease, as I have come to meet more and more Dominicans I get the sense of a smoothness about their actions that lacks any sense of tension or hesitance. Even among the children you’d be hard press to witness any signs of awkwardness in conversations or in interactions with the people. It was rather relaxing.
... there wasn't much rain so we were allowed to go out of the hotel. Thursday and Friday we got the news we couldn't go outside for those 2 days. We got to swim at the hotel and our boss came to check up on us and had brownies. The storm hit a day later than expected so we got the all clear from our safety/security boss Sunday morning we could leave. I was on the metro by 11am heading back to Guasumita.
HOME FOR GOOD: Sunday night was the 1st time in ...
... a political campaign. I asked one candidate running for mayor what his platform was and he told me, "I would like to work on cleaning up our city" just has a flyer with his face blew by in the wind. Politicians give hand-outs to citizens hoping for votes, such as shirts, hats, and even salami, yet never really know why their running. I guess it really doesn't matter as long as the people get their salami. But these actions just fuel the already vicious cycle ...