This will be my last blog regarding the Dominican Republic. Enjoy these short little stories that weren’t big enough for their own blog.
This one time in the DR, we saw one motor bike carrying 6 people. We saw another carrying a washing machine and a third carrying a field plow.
This one time in the DR, we traded the use of our bathroom at the apartment for seven chocolate brownies.
This one time in the DR, we were on a rooftop at night when a group of people ran by on giant stilts while a man in a bath towel stood out on the street corner watching and chatting with his neighbor.
This one time in the DR, we helped lead a church service that took place entirely by the light of our headlamps. That same service saw a drunken man stumble in and sit down at the front and declare in front of everyone that he was drunk. We thought for a moment too that he was going to pull his pants down in front of everyone too, but was escorted out before he could do that.
This one time in the DR, we gave a couple of kids a drink of water and they showed up later at our apartment with a bag of fresh limes and a seven foot tall pole of sugar cane.
This one time in the DR, we shelled peas with a wonderful family and shared stories about faith and life.
This one time in the DR, instead of being woken up by roosters, a flock of peacocks decided to take the lead.
This one time in the DR, we ran entirely out of water so a couple of us walked down to the “stream” that “runs” through town and carried back buckets of water so we could flush our toilet. Another time, we were without water, so a group went and filled all of our containers going out by truck. By the time they returned half an hour later, our water was back on.
This one time in the DR, at the church in Cigual the guys went on a giant spider hunt on behalf of the girls and we managed to get three of the creepers and slept that much more soundly that night.
This one time in the DR, we tented on top of a mountain, where most of use spent half the night praying that the wind wouldn’t rip our tents apart and throw us down the mountain.
This one time in the DR, we had an off day where we traveled to a beautiful beach in Borahona where we were the only people for as far as we could see.
This one time in the DR, the “Empanada Boy” we would go to for food made Michelle a heart shaped empanada the day we were leaving.
This one time in the DR, one of the owners of the store next to our apartment that we would go to told two of our girls, in their mid to early 20s that their youth was behind them when he found out they weren’t married.
This one time in the DR, we rode in a van with 21 people. On top of that, the woman behind me began breast feeding in front of everyone. Not that that is really strange or crazy I think, but coming from the US, it’s just not all that common to breast feed in a vehicle full of strangers.
This one time in the DR, we spent four hours in the back of a truck to reach the remote village of El Gramazo. Some of our inclines and declines were so steep, that if you let go, you would have rolled straight back of the truck.
This one time in the DR, I had a lady who was pretty far along in a pregnancy give up her chair for me and would not sit down in it when I tried to offer it back to her. Instead she stood.
This one time in the DR, we tried to get our stove hooked up to see if we could cook, only to quickly discover that our stove had a decent gas leak.
This one time in the DR, we successfully crossed into Haiti!!!!
