Tropical Beach Club
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... disgusting. I disinfected mine, but it still grossed me out. After we looked at all the fish up close, we had the opportunity to jump off the boat! I got some cool videos of that. I got sort of sunburnt, so a nice shower back at home base felt good after a busy day. Everyone got all dressed up, we ate dinner, then listened to a talk about how we can go further with GLA, 7 elements and the Dominican Republic. Lots of pictures were ...
... potentially die. And this isn't even an exaggeration! It wasn't also just because I was out of shape! Every single person besides the mentors (who completely downplayed this day to a little walk in the woods) was on the verge of death. I even took off my shirt so I was only in a sports bra. I'm not really the type of person to wear minimal clothing like that around people, but it was actually that hot. When we finally made it to the top and I collapsed on ...
... 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 ...
... of us to make our vision into reality. These thoughts were swimming around in my mind as I met all of Rick's friends and heard their stories.
The night after I got there was New Year's Eve so we celebrated at Rick's friend's house with a small group of people. One of the guys was roasting a huge pig over an open pit so I made some guacamole to go along with Rick's ceviche. We had a big feast and ...
... in sight, that is, until my home stay
in a small “campo” outside of Rio San
Juan, Puerta Plata, Dominican Republic. As a part of the foundation’s volunteer
orientation, our boss had her husband take us out the land of cocoa farming,
cow milking, river baths, and—most notably—latrines. Her husband Freddie is a
quiet, taciturn man. He is often spotted in various spots around town with
three other grown ...