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For the ones who don't live in DR: what do you miss?
Jalaitos, mangu, and now my hair is even loinger and I paid 44.00 to just blow dry my straight hair in the JCP salon.
The people!!!!
First,,, the people, then Sancocho, Presidente, Mondongo, Presidente mofongo, Presidente, queso frito, Presidente, croquetas de pollo and more Preidente.
I have tried to make all the above here in Canada,, but for some reason,,, they never taste the same,,,, even when my parents come over for a visit and my Dad makes Sancocho,,, never is the same as when he makes it in the DR. I wonder why?!!!!!
First,,, the people, then Sancocho, Presidente, Mondongo, Presidente mofongo, Presidente, queso frito, Presidente, croquetas de pollo and more Preidente.
I have tried to make all the above here in Canada,, but for some reason,,, they never taste the same,,,, even when my parents come over for a visit and my Dad makes Sancocho,,, never is the same as when he makes it in the DR. I wonder why?!!!!!
It's the salt air, the sun, the company and of course the ingredients - because they're fresher, riper, and grown in different soil on climate!!
Crap I hate going home and having to go grocery shopping.....everything tastes shi**y after having been here!
Crap I hate going home and having to go grocery shopping.....everything tastes shi**y after having been here!
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I miss the four fat krauts laughing at me as I tripped over a pot hole in Sosua." Did you huff a nice tttrrip unsa me". I miss the guy shlepping real estate on the beach in Sosua." Pssst hey pal make your wife proud, buy a house. I miss beaning some maniac in the forehead with a pebble as he was trying to rob me in Puerto Plata. I miss being purposely run off the road while being doubled on moto concho by some peckerhead driving a red pickup truck.
thats ok I ordered 3 bottles of Brugal from local store here in US and it was the nastiest rum I have ever had. don't know why. But BTW on the shelf was Haitian rum did not try it I know brugal when I taste it and as far as presidente oh no can't get.
Well i guess it time for a sabbatical to DR.
Rum, Presidente and of course sun and eye candy
Well i guess it time for a sabbatical to DR.
Rum, Presidente and of course sun and eye candy
Developing friendships
I miss the warm afternoons spent drinking cold Presidentes, and spending time getting to know people and talking about nothing in particular.
I miss the warm afternoons spent drinking cold Presidentes, and spending time getting to know people and talking about nothing in particular.
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gary short
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:lick: Oh I also miss queso frito, arepitas, arepa amarga, coconete, Country Club aka refre'co rojo, hojuelitas de maiz.
Oh man! I just came back 3 months ago and it seems like is been a year!
Oh man! I just came back 3 months ago and it seems like is been a year!
The weather, my friends, the food, the laidback pace of life, the chicas. I think I miss pretty much everything.
Mi tierra querida!
Roosters crowing in the morning, sightseeing around old Sto Dgo. Being driven to Santiago from la capital, the funky smells of rotting garbage, coconut water, nispero, pomo. (bet you don't know what pomo is). Women chasing after me (for real!). Bar hopping, and especially, not worrying about tomorrow.
ahhh, la dolce vita!
Roosters crowing in the morning, sightseeing around old Sto Dgo. Being driven to Santiago from la capital, the funky smells of rotting garbage, coconut water, nispero, pomo. (bet you don't know what pomo is). Women chasing after me (for real!). Bar hopping, and especially, not worrying about tomorrow.
ahhh, la dolce vita!
Don Juan said:
I don't really miss the roosters or the garbage smell, that's for sure.
But WTH is Pomo? :ermm: :bunny:
It's only the most aromatic fruit ever!
Pomo is a shade tree that grows in higher elevations and along rivers where it's usually cooler. Its fruit resembles a peach in size & color. It bears a single, large seed inside its delicious fleshy meat. the taste & texture is nothing I can compare it with. If you really want a pomo, you may have to trek over to Jarabacoa or Constanza. It's worth the trip!!
VirginiaGomes said:
Pomo is a shade tree that grows in higher elevations and along rivers where it's usually cooler. Its fruit resembles a peach in size & color. It bears a single, large seed inside its delicious fleshy meat. the taste & texture is nothing I can compare it with. If you really want a pomo, you may have to trek over to Jarabacoa or Constanza. It's worth the trip!!
pomo
hello,
i looked all over....
what is pomo?
do you have a other name for it?
thanks
by the way...
does somebody knows the name of this unique tree on park indepedencia?
loupitou?
well I finally found it...
gre:
interested?
hello,
i looked all over....
what is pomo?
do you have a other name for it?
thanks
by the way...
does somebody knows the name of this unique tree on park indepedencia?
loupitou?
well I finally found it...
gre: interested?
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Again I discover Don Juan
The roosters and the garbage smell...hehe...they do sort of grow on you.
It all has something to do with how sterile the modern world has become. Everything is plastic and chemicals to keep everything nice and clean.
When I was a boy we went hunting and we would wake up at 4 in the morning to prepare. In the very early morning we would take our boats and walk them through the marsh in thick mud. We would go out about a mile. It would be blistering cold. You were sweating and freezing and dirty. We would get out there and smell the world and it smelled great....that dark mud smell, smell the cold, smell the sun first heating the wind, smell of gun powder, smell of gun oil, smell of wild ducks...was wonderful. We would be exhausted by the time we got home. We would wake up the next day and do it again.
The roosters and the garbage smell...hehe...they do sort of grow on you.
It all has something to do with how sterile the modern world has become. Everything is plastic and chemicals to keep everything nice and clean.
When I was a boy we went hunting and we would wake up at 4 in the morning to prepare. In the very early morning we would take our boats and walk them through the marsh in thick mud. We would go out about a mile. It would be blistering cold. You were sweating and freezing and dirty. We would get out there and smell the world and it smelled great....that dark mud smell, smell the cold, smell the sun first heating the wind, smell of gun powder, smell of gun oil, smell of wild ducks...was wonderful. We would be exhausted by the time we got home. We would wake up the next day and do it again.