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Travel Blogs from Barahona
Two Years Gone By
... swam in the clearest colored water you'll ever see, ate chicken intestines, built latrines, lived with three different host families, read over 50 books, danced merengue and bachata like a Dominican, painted murals, sang karaoke in Spanish, planted trees, taught children to read, planned an entire three-day conference, met some of the most interesting people and made some of the best friends I have, both American and Dominican. All that ...
The Final Countdown
... back in the next couple years. Even though I know I'll come back, it doesn't change the fact that I will never live in this community again. These people have become family to me and sometimes I really do feel like I'm abandoning them. They just can't get up and leave their situation. I can and I am. I guess that I thought I'd be happier going back to the states since all my friends and family are there but I'm actually a little ...
A Waning Tide
... into country: Journal, positive attitude, love for the beach and sugar, a sense of style, hosting skills, art skills for charlas, and of course pelo bueno.
Least useful thing brought into country: Sweatshirt, punctuality, dislike of viveres, and this really intense knife my mom sent to me. When I asked her why she bought it she replied, "The salesman at the store suggested it after I told him you were in the Peace Corps." To which ...
Busy in the Summertime
... It doesn't matter that I've been meeting with my 3 youth groups over the course of my service, planning youth conferences, working with my artisan association, taking kids to camps, teaching countless classes, planting trees and doing beach cleanups...just to name a few things. Unfortunately, most Dominicans don't see the value in what I do; that something can be important and valid even if it's not tangible. It really hurt me to hear that ...
Casa Bonita, Baoruco, and BA Harona!
... 8217;s a curious bit of Dominican trivia for you. Did you know that for a bus of any significant size to transport people on this island, has to, at any given time, be able to store fresh meat or popsicles. Or act as a workshop for Santa’s elves. Or give the Dominicans an idea of what the Itidarod feels like. Baharona was made famous in that song by The Knack… wait… that was My Sharona. Nevermind… although try listening to ...