Our time in the DR…in a nutshell. 🙂



-Moose exploded all over every single thing in my backpack….thank you
TSA for not putting it back where you found it. haha (I MIGHT still be
a little bitter about that one… :))
-3 songs, 2 cakes and 1 brownie for my 27th birthday!!
-Did Hip Hop abs one morning with an audience of two…Jesus and the old lady next door…slightly awkward but VERY funny. 🙂
-Renee hates beans and ate three, while Peter ate his first orange!
-Hike interrupted by a cattle drive on the trail. 🙂
-Seesawing with girls on the playground while they yelled, “ARRIBA!!!” and “ABAJO!!!” over and over again.
-Deiber (my favorite child) falling asleep in my arms, reminding me to rest in the Father’s. (Ps.91, Ps. 37, Ps. 46:10)
-Bathing in the river, followed by a rock-skipping competition with a local girl, ending with a fried chicken neck.
-Learned to make coffee the Dominican way, while leaving behind my straw legacy. 🙂
-Had a VERY drunk old man guide us home from a remote village.
-Got piggybacked across a river by a complete stranger.
-Sunrise worship as a team at the town overlook (Ps. 1, John 15 and Ps. 127:1…key scriptures).
-Got our hair ‘did’ the Dominican way…afro grease, giant rollers, and MUCH too long under a blazing hot dryer. 🙂
-Housefire across the street…our squad guys saved the kids inside and put out the fire.
-Renee & I got lost in the city, at night, with a ton of groceries…made it back by bribing a kid with cookies. 🙂
-Danced in the city park.
-Covered Peter with eggs & flour for his 27th Bday…so glad we learned of this custom AFTER the 7th 🙂
-Earned the nicknames of Dairy Queen, Creeper and Super Pooper….poor plumbing..don’t ask. haha
-Attended a Dominican funeral…complete with all-you-can-eat grits and coffee shots.
-Mountaintop Declarations.
-Ezekiel 37:1-10…Valley of dry bones…Pastor Gregorio mentioned it on a prayer walk one morning and it has set the tone for our race…

Things that became normal…plus a little DR lingo:
-Disoriented roosters crowing at all hours of the night.
-Only using spoons…good luck finding forks and knives anywhere. 🙂
-un chin=a little bit
-ahora=right now, ahorita=later…which is the exact opposite of what I had learned…made for fun miscommunications in the beginning. 🙂
-Healthy diet of salami, peanut butter, rice and oatmeal since we were accidentally living off of a two-person budget instead of a seven-person budget…haha..
-concon=burn rice scraped off the bottom of the pan…they LOOOOVE it.
-“Huh?”=nose twitch and/or eyebrow raise (this rubbed off on me, so get ready for when I get home! lol)
-Being FORCED to eat a gluttonous amount of rice, beans and boiled bananas 37 times a day in order to be polite and not refuse, since they pride themselves on their ability to feed you.
-rubia=american girl
-Being hissed at by every single Dominican male.
-Oatmeal, chocolate, milk and cinnamon concoction for breakfast…my FAAAAVE!
-Waiting. A long time. For everything. 🙂
-China=sweet orange, Naranja=looks just like a china but tastes like acid…that’ll preach!
-Point with your lips. (I learned this lesson the hard/awkward way in Costa Rica..haha)
-No fridge.
-Having old women rubbing Vicks Vapor Rub all over our hairy, mosquito-bitten legs.
-Goats. Everywhere.
-Being called Danessa since it’s a more common name there.
-Empanadas of all forms….egg….chocolate :)…veggie….
-Guineo=banana
-Dominoes
-injibre=spicy ginger tea they drink all the time…and by ‘spicy’ I mean ‘fire from your lips to your toes…singeing your intestines’
-Ice cold bucket showers…until the end…when I jumped on the ‘put your water on the stove first’ bandwagon. haha
-Crowded GuaGua rides…almost always ending up with someone on my lap.
-Moto rides…and riding in packed out truck beds.
-Handwashing laundry, using a dish sponge to scrub the frousy parts. 🙂
-Que lo que=I’m still not really sure what it means, but they said it all the time. haha
-Loud (like 654865423132 decibils) bar music next door 24/7…literally…24/7.
-Random strangers calling my name as I walk down the street.
-Kids playing the drums in the church at 8 a.m…where we sleep. 🙂
-Tarantulas and pajama-eating rodents in our sleep space.
-Kitchens in a seperate building from the rest of the house.

