We were looking for 10 together, so there was a LOT of chatter and bargaining between the scalpers. We finally got them, though...
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Great things about the Dominican Republic!
Wow, your gf is SO beautiful and so HOT, so young. I guess this is another great thing about the DR how you can find LOVE at any age and point in life. I have seen some older men there with young beautiful women. And it did not look dirty at all. It is because these gentlemen were not there just for a hook up, they admired and cherished these beauties. It seemed that they were like the world to them.
it seems human nature for us to complain and look at what is wrong. my daughter who rents condos in sosua told me on my last trip, that i should quit complaining and consider the people from their eyes. Hate to say it but she is right, but then again, since by april i had already been to dr 3 times, i guess deep down i knew the positives ourweighted the negatives by far.
I don't know. In some cases it probably is, in some cases there is probably desire to be safe, loved, taken care of and secure. Those are also important.
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In 2005 I interned at channel 37 in the capital and I will never forget how well I was treated as a foreign intern. The reporters and cameramen totally took me under their wings, not only at the station, but also outside. They basically showed me the entire country, taking me out at night and even on vacations. I never would have seen half of what I saw if it weren't for my co-workers at CDN. I will always appreciate how comfortable they made me feel when I was thousands of miles from home.
In 2005 I interned at channel 37 in the capital and I will never forget how well I was treated as a foreign intern. The reporters and cameramen totally took me under their wings, not only at the station, but also outside. They basically showed me the entire country, taking me out at night and even on vacations. I never would have seen half of what I saw if it weren't for my co-workers at CDN. I will always appreciate how comfortable they made me feel when I was thousands of miles from home.
Last year in a little village near Jarabacoa two couples decided to make their marriages legal. The community in Mata Gorda is very poor and these families were no different, but everyone got excited about the double wedding.
It seemed like everyone in the community had something to share to make the day special. The Men didn't own suit coats or ties--from every direction mottos arrived with jackets and ties (some of them really outlandish
for the men to try.
Everyone kicked in for the wedding cake, and a woman in the community made an amazing cake. For days women gathered at the preacher and his wives house to play with the brides hair and decide the best style for the day.
It was all done by the community. One person brought white ribbons to tie across the isle for little kids to cut, another helped with beautiful exotic flowers from her garden (never fails to amaze me that no matter how poor a person is, their garden rivals that of a king).
For me one of the best blessings was feeling I was part of it all.
The women were trying to find wedding dresses to borrow, but they were coming up empty. The preachers wife pulled me aside and said, "you are close to Katty's size--did you wear a wedding dress?" "Why yes, Yocasta, I did, so did Robbi (another Gringa friend who looked close to Yejida's size)--There were some friends coming from my home town and I made some phone calls in a few days the dresses had traveled from there moth-balled tombs across the ocean and were being skillfully ironed by the mata gorda wedding crew!
They fit! There was some last minute alteration to one (extra tricky since the electricy had gone out), but the women looked beautiful!
One of my male friends asked "are you sure you want to loan your wedding dress?" "I don't have any daughters to wear it? Why is it rotting in my closet?" I became the honorary white mama of the bride and couldnt have been happier.
The kicker for me was when we (las mujieras?) were at Yocas doing the bride's hair and make-up and the electricity stopped. For a minute, I panicked. "Come on--this is freakin' ridiculous!" It didn't phase my Dominican friends in the least. Within minutes we had moved our beauty salon to another part of the house and for extra light moments someone opened their cell phone. I thought about bridezilla's in the states who throw a tantrum if daddy won't give them enough money---they should spend some time en Mata Gorda.
A generator was used at the church for the ceremony and the wedding went of without a hitch. Both grooms were very, very macho strong Dominican men--BOTH cried when they saw their brides!!!! Keep in mind that one couple already had three boys (all in the wedding).
It was just spectacular! The beautiful litte girls with white flowers in their hair, the shy little boys in borrowed suits, the relatives showing up from everywhere, the JOY! I will never forget it.
It seemed like everyone in the community had something to share to make the day special. The Men didn't own suit coats or ties--from every direction mottos arrived with jackets and ties (some of them really outlandish
for the men to try. Everyone kicked in for the wedding cake, and a woman in the community made an amazing cake. For days women gathered at the preacher and his wives house to play with the brides hair and decide the best style for the day.
It was all done by the community. One person brought white ribbons to tie across the isle for little kids to cut, another helped with beautiful exotic flowers from her garden (never fails to amaze me that no matter how poor a person is, their garden rivals that of a king).
For me one of the best blessings was feeling I was part of it all.
The women were trying to find wedding dresses to borrow, but they were coming up empty. The preachers wife pulled me aside and said, "you are close to Katty's size--did you wear a wedding dress?" "Why yes, Yocasta, I did, so did Robbi (another Gringa friend who looked close to Yejida's size)--There were some friends coming from my home town and I made some phone calls in a few days the dresses had traveled from there moth-balled tombs across the ocean and were being skillfully ironed by the mata gorda wedding crew!
They fit! There was some last minute alteration to one (extra tricky since the electricy had gone out), but the women looked beautiful!
One of my male friends asked "are you sure you want to loan your wedding dress?" "I don't have any daughters to wear it? Why is it rotting in my closet?" I became the honorary white mama of the bride and couldnt have been happier.
The kicker for me was when we (las mujieras?) were at Yocas doing the bride's hair and make-up and the electricity stopped. For a minute, I panicked. "Come on--this is freakin' ridiculous!" It didn't phase my Dominican friends in the least. Within minutes we had moved our beauty salon to another part of the house and for extra light moments someone opened their cell phone. I thought about bridezilla's in the states who throw a tantrum if daddy won't give them enough money---they should spend some time en Mata Gorda.
A generator was used at the church for the ceremony and the wedding went of without a hitch. Both grooms were very, very macho strong Dominican men--BOTH cried when they saw their brides!!!! Keep in mind that one couple already had three boys (all in the wedding).
It was just spectacular! The beautiful litte girls with white flowers in their hair, the shy little boys in borrowed suits, the relatives showing up from everywhere, the JOY! I will never forget it.
Okay, now I'm gushing...
Another great thing about the DR is the rich artistic history. The Butterflies, the poets, the painters...its like an orgy for the creative soul!
My first trip there four years ago, the poetry just "fell out of me". Every trip since my writing continues. I have also taken up painting and drawing as a result of the influence of a couple of artists I met. It is such a rich country.
Another great thing about the DR is the rich artistic history. The Butterflies, the poets, the painters...its like an orgy for the creative soul!
My first trip there four years ago, the poetry just "fell out of me". Every trip since my writing continues. I have also taken up painting and drawing as a result of the influence of a couple of artists I met. It is such a rich country.