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Travel Blogs from Cabarete
... Our last school day started with a pelota tournament. Last year the big sport on campus was basketball. Somehow this year the shift was made to playing baseball. It's hard for me to believe because these kids seem like they've been playing since they've been walking. They are very skilled, and their natural fitness with the ball is amazing to watch. So of the rules in the playing field were different than what were used to: we play on the basketball court, bases are a pile ...
... and rest as we digest). The resting has mostly been playing cards or walking next door to la centro de dulce for snacks. On our first day there the owner invited us behind the counter, and next to the snack food I saw she was prepping a dead chicken on the top of a cardboard box!
After lunch we went back for a quick change then off to the beach, for a bonus excursion.
Sucking up that part of the culture felt so lucky. The kids were such ...
... it as a lucky hat.
After our day with the kids we had a quick dip in the pool and delivered our donations and supplies to Dream.
Otto took us shopping for souvenirs-- that was interesting. The kids had been taught about bartering and some were anxious to try their skills. Many were very good. I thought I was impressive for buying handmade wooden spoons for ...
... explained, he has bought properties around the world in cities where he spent enough time to figure out potential opportunities for rising property values. Now he rents those properties out to vacationers and lives in them when they're empty. I was both envious and inspired by these people, reminding myself what I already knew from living and working in Thailand and Australia: we always have choices, it's just up ...
... in my
reaction. While in Barbados for our February field course, I passed this very
scene with my colleagues. They all made comments about the beauty and vigor in
the ritual. I, however, may have been the only one in the group irreverently
competitive enough to think, “I want to beat them”. It was more than just a
thought. It was a commitment. A commitment with no direct vision or plan of action.
There was no ...