Hotel Sea Breeze
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... the 70's, I don't feel old because of that. Spending this time with these younger playful and energetic people has revitalized the youth in me. I feel connected to the teachers and the kids in a way that would not have so easily happened at home.
Beyond all of that, we're here for one last day with the neighborhood kids and everyone was feeling a mix of emotions about that. Sadness, accomplishment, happiness, gratefulness for what we do have, and hope. ...
... 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 ...
... able to 'immerse' her in the culture or fully 'engulf' her in it. Then they grabbed her by the ankles and whoosh--she was immersed!!
Otto and I had arranged for music, dancing, and cake as well. Then seņor Bro told us the traditional parts of a real quincianera, and the kids decided to enact it the next day.
I'm sure it was her most memorable ...
... same for myself. It's easier than it sounds. The kids are all drawn to each other and the teenage cultural worries about being judged by peers are (for the most part) melting quickly. Beyond connecting with the teens, I'm enjoying the Dominicans:
Francesca is 10, has 2 siblings, lives in Islabon, loves to write but not talk in English, loves chocolate and volleyball, and stares me down till we both giggle every day. We were paired ...
... our Coco Locos and Piņa
At night, the bar we chose to pour our money into really
depended on the mood we were in. Was it a loud music dancing kinda night or a
shoot pool and have a conversation kinda night? I prefer the latter more often
than not. But every now and then it’s fun to leave the bar yelling because you
can’t hear yourself speak. But on our search for a cool quiet spot, we found
Plan B. A little slice of ...