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Snapchatology.1

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Lately I’ve been Snapchatting my life away. Wait, is that even a word?

I decided to form these clips together and share them with you guys. Feel free to follow me —> minxinx

I’ll be posting more videos soon.  I’ve actually been getting comments about the videos I have been posting and people want to see me vlog. Something that I’ve been trying to get into slowly. Let’s see how all of that works out.

So I decided to name these Snapchatology, the numbers will change gradually the more things grow.

I know I’ve been working like crazy lately, so please forgive me. As much as I love writing, drawing, painting, and going out sharing my experiences with you, momma has bills to pay.

Santo Domingo: Day 4: Hammock & a Hotel

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Today was filled with relaxation, so I’ll keep it really short. We woke up and when Chris wants something, he always gets it. He bought a hammock in Puerto Rico and watching to finally jump in it. My cousin Franklyn was ready to help and a tree and some wire later, someone was swinging. I hopped in for a few, but not for long, I was too busy running around getting ready to head to the pool. Yenny, was taking us to some hotel that I failed to get the name of. Rum and coconut in our system made swimming a little more fun. Yenny and Ama didn’t get in the pool, that didn’t stop Yenny from getting wet… I ran out of the pool to give her a great big hug! hahahaha… she wasn’t too happy about that.

Santo Domingo: Day 3: Feliz Dia De La Independencia

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Buenos Dias Republica Dominicana!

What better way to start off the celebration of Indpendence Day, than actually being in the place you’re celebrating!?

When I was a little girl, maybe like 5 or so,  and used to live in Santo Domingo, I remember being dressed up in a huge pink devil costume ready for the carnaval. I remember being scared of the monsters, but having fun at the same time. Now that I’m much much older (goodness, I’m getting old) this time I would be able to celebrate like the adults do… with a lot of liquor.
It made much more sense to take the bus over to La Vega, another city in La Republica Dominicana, since we were all going to be drinking and nobody wanted to be the responsible designated driver.

When we first got there, the sun was beaming, I decided to wear a dress, don’t ask me why, because I ended up regretting it later once I got beat up, I’ll explain later.

My hip was killing me from the day I busted my ass at the bar, and these diablos weren’t helping. They’re dressed from head to toe and carry these balloons filled with cow fat that hardens…and then they beat you in the butt with them. yes, you read that correctly. Chris got hit first, and he thought I was the mastermind behind it all. I call him over and tell him to pose with one of the diablos, and another comes up right behind him and pops him right in the ass! I was cracking up, and lucky me got to capture that pain.
The guys scurried off and snuck some Brugal in, so we all go to enjoy the music while we tried our best to cover our butts.

My cousin Ernesto had plans of his own, since he kept being conniving and kept planning to get us hit. He would call the diablos over and sneak behind us so one of gets hit. What a bully!
(when Chris got hit ….look at that face! ↑)

I’m not even going to lie, when I got hit, ouch! I felt that sting for the rest of the night. I was in so much pain. I got hit on my right buttcheek, and I didn’t even get the chance to see the diablo that beat me!
Night time arrived at the guys were feeling it. Ernesto the show off that he is got Chris to take his shirt off and somehow I ended up being hassled into taking pictures of them… who did they think they were? lol  They were showing off their tattoos and their muscles (cough cough cough)

Santo Domingo: Day 2: La Casita Verde and 4 Wheelers

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I woke up feeling content. At first, my eyes peeled open, and it was an instant “Where am I?” was I back in New York, was I still in Puerto Rico? I hear my baby cousins running around chasing each other, and the noticias playing from the kitchen. I was home. Home, not where all of my clothes were stored, where my pretty bed was messy, or where I had routine waiting for me, but the home where my heart was… la casita verde. The little green house.

This is where family is, this is where when you wake, the birds are chirping, abuela is busy making desayuno (breakfast). This is where, no matter how many of my cousins have left home and started a family of their own, they show up everyday for lunch, where the grandkids run around and play in the yard, where the spouses help around the house, where we all come together. Esta casita verde is love.
Like usual, whenever I’m here, I spend my morning roaming the backyard for a quick lap, and since I try my best not to pick up any internet and do work, my tiny little notebook comes into play. Writing started for me at a young age, especially since I always caught myself not remembering a lot of details about what happened last week, a month ago etc. So I started to write, I know have memories that I can cherish for a very long time. I have diaries from 5th grade, crushes about boys, struggles at home, and all my little evil thoughts. Sometimes I go through them and see how much I have grown. Since Chris was so eager to do 4 wheelers, I hounded my cousin Yenny to find out how we could get that done. Today was spent with speed and a lot of dirt on our faces.

I was nervous, and Chris being the speed demon that he is had no care in the world. “This is what atv’s are made for” is what he would tell me everytime we sped up through a dirt hill, or even by passed the trail that was made up for us. When we first arrived, I mounted my helmet on tight and grabbed my camera. (Like my camera would stay home, I take that thing everywhere) Chris was excited, I was busy praying.
We rode along the highway, something tat scared the shit out of me, more than the actual dirt track, maybe because the cars were speeding so close next to us. I just kept picturing my body alongside the curb in pain..yikes….

This was all Chris, he asked if I wanted my own bike, and I refused. I think I trusted him more with my life than I did myself. I jumped behind him and grabbed on. “Hold on tight” he would tell me everytime the miles per hour would go up higher. I want to say that I hated it, but I was secretly loving it. And I know he was too, everytime I grabbed on tighter and yelled for dear life. Him cracking up was everything.I had given Yenny the other go pro, even though her and Franklin were in the back most of the time, having issues with their 4 wheeler. It was going off to the side, they were stopping and comparing to Chris, going much slower. But who wouldn’t with this daredevil?

He puts me in the front, and is driving from the back, he starts going fast, faster, faster…. and he doesn’t stop. He’s hysterically laughing, and screaming at the top of my lungs. STOOOOP, CHRIS!!!

When he finally stops, I jump off, and storm off… “I’m not riding with you anymore!” he’s still laughing, and I’m looking for someone to trade places with me. My baby cousin Voctor looks at me real quick and says “no”.

“I’m sorry, come back!” with that evil looking grin on his face. I roll my eyes and hop right back on the bike.
The worst mistake this man has made yet. Check it…. He tells me ” You want to drive?”

Oh, my goodness! I swear, I wasn’t trying to kill him on purpose. I step in front, mind you, I don’t even have a driver’s license. I think he was looking for a death wish. I started off pretty well, so I’m surprised at my self. Steady, steady, I was picking up speed and had control, as soon as I decide to slow down because I was getting scared, I crash into the sugar canes. Chris crashing right into my and hurt his leg with the atv. Oh, shit!

“She’s trying to kill me!”I have so much footage from this day, and surprisingly even the crash…. (which he still thinks I did on purpose) lol

I’ll be posting videos soon, I have so much work to do, trust  me, they’ll be up soon.

Tell, me, you think I did it on purpose or was it an accident?

(the locals wanted a ride, they would chase us while we we riding, when we took a pit stop to get beers, I had the chance of capturing this shot)