Here are a few things I miss and don?t miss from living in Sosua. I don?t miss the bad electricity or arguing with CDE who wanted to cut me off although I had paid the bill and had the receipt to prove it. I don?t miss pulling the electric meter every night to save money and replacing it in the morning before CDE returned to work. I don?t miss having to buy water from the water truck for my hotel or siphoning water from a large resort?s cistern to save money. I don?t miss watching to see that the neighbors didn?t tap into my electricity or water supply. I don?t miss taking( fell6?) to combat parasites. I don?t miss living next door to neighbors who played meringue at full volume at three a.m. I don?t miss cab drivers that drive at breakneck speed, passing on curves and going up hills. I miss the prostitutes who I knew on a first name basis although I didn?t patronize them. I miss the action of bars like Bomba Bomba and Caf? Maria in Charamicos. I don?t miss the motoconchos who drove like they had a death wish. I miss the motoconchos who quickly ran to help me up, make sure I was ok and gather up my groceries when I dumped my passola. I do miss driving my motorcycle all year round and going up to El Molino to sit and take in the breathtaking scenery of the Cibao Valley. I don?t miss driving in Puerto Plata. I don?t miss the terrible unimproved roads, which were constantly washed out during rainstorms. I miss empanadas from the guy selling them on the street. I don?t miss trying to contend with Dominican labor laws, petty bribery and dishonest cops. I miss the laughter and playing of the kids in their uniforms when the got out of school. I miss seeing the shoeshine boys who showed up at the bar every night trying to earn a few pesos. I miss meeting people from all over the world who vacationed in Sosua. I miss the hubbub of Puerto Plata Airport at Christmas when families turned out in droves to welcome returning relatives. I miss seeing the little girls in their Sunday best with ribbons in their hair and on their shoes. I miss watching the boys playing baseball with equipment Canadian kids wouldn?t be caught dead with. I miss shopping at Mario?s where he toted up your vegetable purchases on a brown paper bag. I miss playing in the tennis league that Bob White set up out at Puerto Chiquita where ex-pats and Dominicans played and enjoyed together. I miss the sea, the mountains and the beaches. Most of all I miss the Dominican people, kind, sweet and proud of their country. I would venture to say that most people who ever lived in the DR would have many memories, mostly good about their experiences. So for anyone considering a move. I say go for it! Life is for living!