I've slowed down on all my traveling posts, because from here on out (I've been doing them in chronological order), I blogged about all my other international trips. But for my own sake, I'll jot down a few remembrances.
I went to the Dominican Republic several years ago to train Compassion's Field Communications peeps on writing. What a sweet deal, right?
I remember on the way over there, I didn't fill out my customs form right and the Dominican guards at the airport started jabbering at me in Spanish in great annoyance. But I couldn't figure out what they were saying or what I had done wrong! Finally, after I began to panic that I would not be let in the country but would have to from then on it simply live in an airport in Santo Domingo, a fellow Compassion traveler (whom I didn't know at the time) came to my rescue and got me through, speaking to them in heated Espanol.
I didn't get to see much of the Dominican Republic because I was mainly just in a hotel doing training all day. But from what I saw, I would love to go back and wander along the grand streets of Santo Domingo and laze on a beach all day. One of my lasting memories of the trip is the immense frustration I felt upon waiting to see Santo Domingo. We were supposed to leave at 3, I believe, and we sat and waited on the bus for the others to arrive for 2 to 3 hours! (2 to 3 hours that I could have spent in the ocean!!!) This was torture for me, the most impatient person who has ever lived. In the end, we raced through Santo Domingo in the dark and didn't get to spend as much time as I would have liked seeing the sights.
But my favorite thing about the trip was just getting to know and hanging out with my coworkers from Central America and the Caribbean. They were, and still are, the bestest.
Here are a couple posts from Dominican Republic.
At the Batey
The Queen is back on her throne