So many things, so little time.
Even though this is only my third trip here, I have learned so much from it's people and the DR1 community, seen so much of this country that I really love and done so many things that would be impossible back home.
Riding in a city cab with a young Dominican boy on my knee because there were EIGHT people in a Corolla. The guy sitting next to me had an automatic in his belt and it kept digging me in the side - no rude comments guys; it really was a gun. He wasn't just happy to see me.
Today while walking to the store over on Hwy 5, it started to pour rain and I ended up in a gas station under the canopy over the pumps. There were about 20 moto conchos under there with me and every Dominican I tried to talk to answered me, did not ignore me or be rude because I didn't know the language. Try that in France or Italy!
I love the feeling that gradually comes over me during the first three days of a visit. That slowing down of the mind, watching the stress as it falls away, to fully understand that it is OK to sit a while longer instead of running out the door to do the next "urgent" task. I only do that here.
Words cannot describe the depth of the feelings that I have tried to portray here, but that's OK. In my heart I know...I really know.