Tropical Casa Laguna
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- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... hug this little girl with all her might as a final goodbye brought tears to my eyes. I cannot even put into words the pride and joy that I felt at that moment, but I'm so thankful to have witnessed it.
We walked to el camiente one last time for a fish fry. It looked like fish had come straight from the river and into the fryer, and those who had it loved it. I got a special bacon like side dish with beans and rice.
We went back to the hotel to cool off for an ...
We're getting into the routine here. The teens have been magnificent. I've never done a service trip before, but I cannot imagine one going any better.
For those of you who may be over 17 allow me to explain the entry title. Salty means mad. It's how your skin gets when something ruffles your feathers. It's how you feel when someone leaves a taste in your mouth. If you'd like more info, please see seņor Braun, who has gained a full ...
... populate an entire rock village when we get home.
Joel, my 10 year old friend, noticed right away that I was wearing a Detroit Tigers hat today. He loves baseball and is a really very incredibly skilled player, as many of the kids are. He was having a tough day and I put my hat on his head. He smiled and perked right up after that. I'm hoping it's okay to let ...
... peaceful - very different from my city apartment back in San Francisco. I admired Franklin's vision to come back to DR and build himself a country home after several years of working in the States.
As this was a very "local" experience, I didn't do much touristy stuff so I can't share much in the way of adventure pictures. I definitely plan to go back and check out Sosua, the next city over with ...
... and some source of entertainment, all four of us
quickly began to scan the perimeter. Freddie was nowhere to be found. I later
found out that he was likely supporting a prize rooster in a pastime that
rarely welcomes women. The following dawn, however, I asked him over a cup of
heavily sweetened coffee if he had disappeared to go play Dominoes. He replied that he hadn’t, but there would be a game tonight. Sensing my interest, he ...