Tropical Beach Club
How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Swimming pool
TripAdvisor Reviews Tropical Beach Club Cabarete
Travel Blogs from Cabarete
I'm so tired today that I cAn barely write. After a week filled with back to back work and extra excursions, it all culminated today. Beginning last night we were all admitting to feeling like we missed home, it's comforts, and were weary, uncomfortable, tired, or maybe a bit sick from/ of some aspect of our trip. For me it was a few things. The difficulty in communicating with my family was tough. The inconvenience of the internet and desire to fully experience the trip ...
... 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 ...
... of their starting price.
After shopping we had dinner at the hotel, and threw a quincianos party for Kayley
The teachers insisted on giving her the maximum interpretation on the Dominican tradition of splashing water in the face of the birthday girl-- they decided to surprise her with a toss in the pool. They pulled her aside with an apology for ...
... lifestyle that I want. It was very refreshing to experience so many different perspectives and sources of motivation, especially after a year and a half of living in the Bay Area with no international travel. Unfortunately, coming back felt like I was flying into a black hole - I was a bit resistant! But it was a great trigger for me to reprioritize my lifestyle choices and make some changes toward a better future.
... a small square stable sat center, and a small gathered on and around the
large porch. Children sat off to one side, women were in the house cleaning up
from dinner. The men, however, gathered in formation, and the volunteers
fumbled around awkwardly.
My fumbling came to a complete halt the second I realized
Freddie invited me into the game. He placed two chairs at the table and
motioned for me to sit across from him. This was ...