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Travel Blogs from Cabarete
Got up early for an adventure farther inland to tour the beautiful Ciguapa Falls. David came with us and we were joined by a funky German couple, Julia and Anis. The tour included two classic Dominican meals and an exhilarating hike through the countryside. We got to pick passion fruit for a snack on the way up to the falls. The whole trip was an amazing experience that got our adrenaline pumping and had us all exhausted by ...
... 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 ...
After a failed attempt to find Vacabar the day before we finAlly had directions and it was time for a great meal. When we arrived at the Agualina we walked out toward the beach and there it was....we found our own little Mecca. We were greeted with a huge smile from the owner, Cami, and a tail wag from her little dog Charlie. This was likely the best breakfast of our trip. We started with fresh squeezed juice and coffee. From there we had French toast, ...
... It was here I learned that your partner wants
you to count. If you have one of the last of a number that has been put down,
you want to play it on the opposite side. Then no one else can play. Freddie
forgave my mistake and the game rolled on. The fun and excitement began to fade
as the competition rose and the sweat and nerves began to wear on me. We won
that hand by two points. In the end, we were undefeated. We won five hands in a
... first moto burn. Or, as they call it here, the Dominican Tattoo. Last Monday, there were a rough series of event culminating in my late, crippled arrival to my Spanish class. As the days went on and my burn began to blister and peel, the comments rolled in. My unmistakable claim to shame was there for the world to see. I saw from there nonchalant reactions, that motor cycle muffler burns, and burns and scrapes in general, were a way ...
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