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Ay, mi madre...el paseo estaba loco!
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Un Paseo: a trip.
I took a paseo with my community to Cabarete, a beach town on the north side of the country, and at first I was really excited to go to the beach with my community, and then that passed, and I was really scared to do a meet and greet all day at the beach. Little did I know the craziness that was to come. Here's a diary account of the day:
6:45: am-i arrive at the meeting place to catch the bus
7:00 am- time the bus is suppose to leave
8:30am-200 dominicans(with all their coolers filled with rice, beans, chicken, and drinks) try to squeeze onto one bus so we can finally get going
8:45am- 2nd bus comes, so now there is 100 people/bus, which is suppose to fit about 56 or so...use your imagination as to where all these people fit; i still don't know how it was all possible
9:30am-en route, a random cow is crossing the major highway, and a car swerves to miss it, causing our bus to crash into the car. my 1st accident in the DR. it was a little traumatic, but the dominicans took it in stride, the music and dancing on the bus never ceased, and within 20 mins, we were back on our way to the beach. thankfully everyone was OK, but the other car was pretty totalled.
9:45-12:00-the crazy ride to the beach continues, with Presidente(the beer of choice) flowing on the bus, with bachata and merengue blaring from the speakers like it's a concert, with people dancing in the isles. even though there is hardly enough room to breathe, i guess there is always room to dance.
1:00pm-we have settled on the beach, and people start breaking out the rice and beans for lunch. the great thing about donas is that they make enough food to feed an army, so i never go hungry.
1:30-5:00pm-i enjoy the day chilling on the fabulous Cabarete beach, watching all the kite surfers, swimming, and applying sun screen like it's going out of style. i have become religious about my sunscreen!
5:30 pm-after a day of HEAVY drinking(not me), everyone smashes back onto the buses, the music starts blaring again, even louder this time, if that could be possible, and the dance party resumes.
8:00pm-i get back to my house, thankful to be alive and still have the ability to hear
Even though, it was possibly the craziest thing I have done yet in this country, it was a good day with my community.
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