Cemeterio Nacional de la Avenida de Indepencia, that’s where we headed to begin our day. Not because we were there to visit anyone in specific but because it’s Dominican Republic’s first official cemetery founded in 1824.
I decided to edit this picture two different ways. One was to show life after death, while the other is meant to just show death. Can you tell which one is meant to be which?
When we walked in there was a bout 4 women, all speaking to tombstones, smoking cigars and chanting. My cousin tells me, that’s where santeria/brujeria comes into play. These women come and prey on the dead to ask/beg/trade for higher blessings and selfish gifts.
After the cemetery we headed to El Conde where there’s a whole bunch of little shops.
I have been urging for some ice cream from Helados Bon ever since I got here, and I finally got to get my hands on some. Yenny got a vanilla milkshake, my cousin Franklin got a chocolate milk and I got a macadamian cone…. it was soooooo good!
And to add to the hype the cousins cups had Licey on the them. Licey is like their Yankees. And right now they are hot hot hot. They’ve won 3 games in a row right now and my cousin Cesar gets crazy hype blowing air horns whenever there’s a home run.
Enjoy these pics I’ll see you guys soon, the pool is waiting on me.



Claudia and Hector, some of my cousin Yenny’s closest friends invited us over for dinner, Fish and Wine. And ooooooooh, how much I love wine… oh and fish too!

My abuelo (grandfather) was the sweetest man. I never had the chance of saying goodbye when he passed. My mother came to the island to pay her respects, but I remember myself being torn. I knew he was very sick, but reality didn’t hit me, especially since I was only twelve years young.
My mother’s aunt, who is also my abuela’s sister is burried here.
I had a lot of questions, this was my first time in an actual cemetery.
My face is still a mess, and since I can’t really go out much, spending the day in with family is always great.
The little cutie in red is Edward, he loves oranges as you can tell. That’s my cousin Yoca’s son. And the mean mugger in the trike is Frandy, my cousin Franklin’s son. Both full of different personality.
This right here is my ”Adam and Eve.”