In the Dominican Republic, Dean gave us barely a whimper.
It gusted and rained heavily in the morning. They closed the beach. Then it was just windy and we actually spent the day at the pool drinking at the swim up bar - not margaritas as I had vowed, because they were truly atrocious, but some other tropical concoction more fitting to the island.
We spent far more time off-property than we planned but in truth, neither Justin nor I are good for sitting at the beach or the pool for more than a couple hours a day. We snorkled, we swam with the sharks and we did an ATV tour through the countryside. They took us to a freshwater pool in the middle of a hidden cave and my daredevil husband jumped right in while all the French and German tourists looked on in terror. And we also braved a market place where Justin was convinced he got a sweet deal on a case of Genuine Original Hand Rolled Cohibas (see, they're sealed and everything) but discovered to his disgust this morning that they are counterfeits. Shocking.
And I got to speak Spanish to my heart's content, sounding ridiculous I'm sure but damn it, there had to be some reason I paid all that money to learn the language. The tourists in the Dominican Republic are still overwhelmingly European so everyone seems to speak a different language. When we swam with the sharks, the guy in charge translated everything into English, Spanish, German, French and Italian. I wonder if he gets paid enough to be able to speak all of those languages.
I am glad we went, we had a really nice time but it was for too long and I missed the kids immeasurably. And yesterday was a travel nightmare - it took us 14 hours to travel what is gate to gate, a 5 1/2 hour flight - so we resolved last night that we're going to drive to our next vacation. And the kids are coming, no matter what anniversary we're celebrating.
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