Posted on January 16, 2017
The bathing suits are on. Our ride is here and we made our way to Santa Maria. A beautiful beach 20 Kilometers away lined with pine and coconut trees, recommended by our taxi driver. The drive was quick and we drove by El Malecon again, this time watching the calm waters, nothing like yesterday. Jovani has been extremely helpful and more than patient. He gives us a few back stories on all the things we pass, when we arrive he parks his green Chevy and tells us he’ll be waiting for us whenever we’re ready.
The view is glorious. The blue sky matches the water beautifully. The sand is so soft in between my toes. There’s small huts and we grab some chairs. I decided to be a diva today and put on my see through maxi skirt over my suit. The skirt flowed in the wind, and the winds were strong. No matter though, the sun was beaming, Olivia was already laying down with her back and her ass towards the rays. Her family kept saying how pale they are, and when the do catch a tan it usually starts off red, like a lobster. Yeah, I don’t have that problem. I’m not much of a tanner, I love my sunblock, but if the sun decided to catch up to me accidentally, then I know I’ll be blessed with a nice bronze. No complaints here.
I order a piña colada, and in time I make my way to the water. It’s refreshing, there are no stones abusing my feet, I’m in love.
After I went to the doctor appointment before my trip, I’ve been trying so hard to make better choices with my meal decisions. It’s not easy , I love red meat, and as a Latina, I love myself some adobo. I decided to go to with the red snapper, the rice and frijoles con maduros. Either than the sand that was blowing towards my plate, my dish was delicious. The couple in the next hut asked if my dish was any good. Yes. When reading (and doing meticulously reading) I got the impression that Cuban food was not that good. Since most of their agriculture is based on tobacco, their food doesn’t have much spice… I had my plate and I cant complain, my high cholesterol thanks you. The fish was still edible, even though the wind kept blowing the rice away from my fork, and the sand into my plate. Still worth it.
Posted on February 25, 2015
Omg, omg, omg… what the hell is all that banging that’s going on outside?! The light is peeking through the blinds and the studio is a mess. Chris and I take a quick look at each other and it’s like we both read each other’s mind. We jumped out of bed in a panic. “What time is it?”
10am…holy shit! We’re going to miss our flight!
We ran around the room like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to pack and not forget anything, keeping the space decent and clean for our host so it doesn’t look like we’re slobs. Rushing and getting ready, while constantly bumping into each other, so we can make it to our flight on time.
When we first arrived, we had to pick up the keys at the Chinos right below the condo, now that we’re leaving, it was pretty hectic to return the keys since they were closed. We didn’t have time for this. We ended up leaving the keys at the tiny restaurant next door with a waitress, texted our hostess and hoped for the best. We checked into the airport and made it right on time. Thank goodness… Santo Domingo, here we come!
Part 2 of our trip…. You thought we were going home didn’t you?
“Look for a cute, short blonde” That’s what I tell Chris after we picked up our baggage. My cousin Yenny was waiting for us at the gate with my cousin Franklin. I introduce Chris and everyone says their hellos. He seems to be hiding his spanish, I’m guessing it’ll make an appearance once he feels more comfortable. I explained to him that this is the first time I bring a boy to meet my family in Dominican Republic. He asks me if that’s a good thing. I don’t even have an answer to that yet. I will admit, I was a tiny bit nervous though.
We stopped at Boca Chica to get some food before heading home. Some pescado frito (fried Fish) and tostones. Amazing! i wasn’t even hungry, but my plate will tell you other wise. I warned Chris that while our stay here, he would never be without a beer in his hand when it comes to my family, and he’s slowly starting to realize that. With just a 30 minute ride to the infamous green house, we already had gone through about 3 jumbo Presidentes.
(a greeting used when saying hello in latin customs, you are asking for blessings from your'elders, they usually respond with " Dios te bendiga" which means, "may God bless you"
My abuela was in the kitchen cooking up a storm as usual. She looked great and I was happy to see her. I hopped into the shower and got ready to head out to see some cousins and my aunt and uncle. Everyone usually just hangs out in the front of the corner store with a beer in hand, music blasting in the background.
Whenever I see my Tio Netty, I get the instant flashback of Papi Neto, my abuelo. They look so alike to me, it’s mind boggling. Kisses on the cheek going back and forth, introductions were made to the neighborhood friends were done. Everyone here is so inviting….and always willing to fill up your cup with more beer.
My cousin Ernesto finally settled down with a girl, Katerine, so he was all smiles when he was showing off his new place. I’m so proud of him, and even better yet.. he looks so happy.