tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72682005965888150642024-03-05T10:35:39.341-05:00Short Term MEmoriesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-82566666628696509642013-08-22T23:26:00.003-04:002013-08-23T18:48:00.038-04:00Midweek Music 7.0<span style="font-family: inherit;">1. <strong>Te Me Vas- Prince Royce</strong>. I certainly miss DR, and listening to a little bit of Bachata every once in a while is my coping mechanism.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">2. <strong>Made to Love- John Legend.</strong> I love this man's voice, his style, his message. Mr. Legend, you are a class act.</span>
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Something to do with school assignments, schedules, structured monotony.<br />
I've suddenly forgotten the location of my brakes, the functions of my GPS,<br />
The simple difference between my left and my right.<br />
And now it's night.<br />
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The only lights I see are warning (signals),<br />
For some sort of crossroad is up ahead. <br />
I'm searching for something familiar in the darkness,<br />
But your leading hands are no where to be found.<br />
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There's a whistle in the distance,<br />
The sound burgeons, swells in volume as the seconds pass,<br />
And I slowly come to my senses.<br />
I hear, then feel, then see that it's fast approaching,<br />
And I can't stop this train.<br />
I prepare for the blow, <br />
For a moment contemplate fate,<br />
And pray one last selfish prayer.<br />
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A high-pitched ringing disturbs my stupor,<br />
It is deafening and does not falter.<br />
I am blind (or perhaps I have just moved away from the light?).<br />
And there's numbness,<br />
The kind you get when your body is too shocked to deal with the injury,<br />
The kind you get when the imminent pain is too great to bear. <br />
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My mind is left broken, </div>
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Like a heart skipping too many beats,</div>
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Like a scratched record on repeat.</div>
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It keeps taking me back and forth, back and forth,</div>
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Between this convoluted present and that one time...</div>
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Before all the chaos, the confusion, the crash.</div>
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I want to escape entirely into that elusive peace, my precious past. </div>
If my future is to be spent in recovery from this collision,<br />
Then I'll spend eternity running away from tomorrow.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 08.2013 Alexandra Hall</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-56330519055239863482013-08-20T23:51:00.000-04:002013-08-21T18:18:04.751-04:00A Busy Few Weeks AheadAhh! I can't believe it's over! Just a few days ago, I was sitting out on a balcony in Santo Domingo, watching the city lights flicker in the early hours of the morning, and reminding myself that it's just a matter of days before I'll be back to enjoy that spectacular nightscape once more. I finished my internship in the Dominican Republic last week, and now I'm finally home with my family before round two (or is it three?). I'll be returning to Santo Domingo on September 8th to begin a fellowship, teaching English for 10 months, working mainly in the capital, but also traveling to other parts of the country. I'm moving on to the next adventure! But not just yet... I still have some things to cross off my to-do list while I'm in the states.<br />
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<li><strike>Visit Brigette in Atlanta</strike>; We went to the movies this past weekend and saw Lee Daniels' The Butler. We'll be going to a UGA game watch-party in a few weeks. I love hanging out with this girl! </li>
<li><strike>Send a "Thank you" note to all my coworkers from this summer </strike></li>
<li>Visit my best friend in Nashville & go on an adventure </li>
<li>Write a reflection on my summer internship experience</li>
<li>Update the blog for DR Round Three</li>
<li><strike>See my sister & her fiance (see her engagement ring!)</strike></li>
<li>Go to my cousin's wedding & <strike>shower</strike> in Atlanta</li>
<li>Figure out this camera situation (I'm thinking about upgrading)</li>
<li>Visit grad schools & friends in DC </li>
<li>Sign-up to take the GRE this fall (It's really happening?!)</li>
<li>Manage to pack for 10 months away from home</li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-60377578226744854352013-08-20T23:50:00.000-04:002013-08-21T18:15:38.370-04:00A Sample of the Next 10 MonthsThe night before leaving Santo Domingo, I went to a local Bilingual school to teach an English lesson. I had volunteered to do this a while ago, and waited (a little impatiently) for the date to roll around. It finally came, and the whole thing was a success. Everyone was attentive, so eager to participate, and even willing to learn all the crazy new words I threw out at them. We read an article about internships in the United States and then discussed it together. Immediately following the class, as I was waiting outside for my ride, a few students came up to me and started asking questions. What are you doing in Santo Domingo? Where are you from in the United States? Where did you learn Spanish? Do you like this country? Are you Dominican? They went on and on. It was pretty fun for me to get the chance to speak in English with Dominicans my age, a rare opportunity really. We had a great little conversation for about 15 minutes. During that time, they taught me a few new phrases in Dominican Spanish (must make the distinction), all of which I've unfortunately forgotten by now. And I got to share with them some of my favorite English accents. Having grown up in the South with a Mother from England and a Father from Jamaica, accents are something I have had and will continue to have a lot of fun with for the rest of my life. So it was a great moment of cultural exchange, and the perfect end to an incredible summer in Santo Domingo. Perhaps, and I hope, it was just a sample of what's to come in the next 10 months! <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-8291246227721730952013-08-11T18:14:00.001-04:002013-08-13T07:37:41.057-04:00Sunday Evening Dinners 1.0: Pad Thai<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Food has always been a way for my family to come together
and bond. In my household, Sunday morning brunch has been a tradition for as
long as I can remember. My family always congregates in the kitchen to prepare
a large meal that feeds everyone's tastes. I tend to think that these brunches
are the reason for my intense love of breakfast food. Nonetheless, the
tradition of preparing this meal every weekend was a really special part of my
childhood and teenage years. I may not always be home to cook and partake in
the deliciousness on Sunday mornings, but when I'm on my own, I like to organize a
variation of our family ritual: "Sunday Evening Dinners." On the menu
this weekend: Authentic Pad Thai. Last week, I went over to my Thai coworker's
home to learn how to make this "fast-food" dish. After
visiting the farmer's market and grocery store in Santo Domingo yesterday, I
had all the ingredients needed to make this yummy Thai street-food. It was only
my first try, but I think it came out pretty swell. My roommate and I ate every
last bit. Have fun with the recipe below!</div>
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8 ounces rice noodles<br />
2 tablespoons brown sugar</div>
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1/4 cup soy sauce (I used low-sodium)<br />
Juice of two limes<br />
1 tablespoon canola/vegetable oil</div>
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1 teaspoon sesame oil</div>
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1/4 cup yellow bell pepper,
chopped<br />
2 cloves of garlic, minced<br />
1/2 cup green onion, chopped</div>
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2 cups fresh mung bean sprouts</div>
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2 eggs, whisked together<br />
1 tablespoon tamarind paste</div>
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1 tablespoon red vinegar </div>
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1/4 cup unsalted crushed
peanuts </div>
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+1/4 cup unsalted whole peanuts
(for garnish)</div>
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1 cup fresh cut cilantro</div>
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+1/2 cup fresh cut cilantro (for
garnish) <br />
2 limes cut into wedges (for garnish)</div>
Prepare the rice noodles according to the package (usually involves soaking
them in cold water, draining, and then adding them to boiling water). Once
slightly cooked, drain the noodles and let them cool. <br />
In a large pan, sauté the garlic, yellow peppers, and green onions in the sesame
and canola oils on medium heat. Add whisked eggs, and scramble them a
bit. Add your rice noodles, and begin separating the noodles with a
utensil while adding your wet ingredients (soy sauce, vinegar, lemon juice,
tamarind paste). Gradually add in the brown sugar and continue stirring. Add
your mung bean sprouts, cilantro, and crushed peanuts and toss until they are all mixed in. <br />
Garnish with whole peanuts, chopped cilantro, and lime wedges. <br />
Qué disfrute! Enjoy!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-44916509432538843092013-08-11T00:45:00.002-04:002013-08-13T07:35:04.362-04:00In Search of Lemons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I spent a lovely Saturday morning at an oceanside farmer's market in Santo Domingo. Being the only gringas in the place, my friends and I attracted a little more attention than we wanted. Even still, we were able to get the few things we set out for: lemons (which we hadn't come across in a single supermarket around town), vegetables for the week, and photos (all me, of course). Above are some of the stealthy shots I captured during our visit. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-76511341652366458542013-08-07T22:33:00.005-04:002013-08-07T22:33:59.179-04:00Midweek Music 6.01. <strong>Liar- Lianne La Havas. </strong>I'm sure it's clear by now that Lianne is my favorite artist. I only recently found this song though, and I've had it on repeat for weeks now. Everyday after work, I love coming home to sit out on the balcony and listen to this. It's just what I need to wind down after a long day. <br />
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This past weekend I turned 22. It was my second time celebrating my birthday abroad and my first time doing so away from my family. In recent years, I've decided it's best to stop entering into the occasion with lots of expectations. I enjoy the day so much more when I just let myself be surprised with whatever happens. That is to say, it's easy to get frustrated if you pay too much attention to who remembers and who forgets your special day, or even, whether things go as planned, and so I just don't focus on those things anymore. I try to keep a spirit of celebration, regardless of those factors. This year, my birthday was entirely different than I imagined, and I'm quite alright with that.<br />
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On Friday afteroon I went out to the Zona Colonial with some friends. We met up with coworkers and ate at a new pizza joint for lunch. Since I've been here this summer, I've had such a craving for pizza. It's inexplicable. I wanted to try this place for a while, but I was quickly disappointed. In short, our dining experience was less than agreeable. Note to self: Letting the waiter know that it's your birthday doesn't always mean you'll get better service. The pizza was almost frozen when they delivered it to the table, and that was after an hour of waiting. Halfway through eating the pizza I thought about telling the manager that it was cold. Funny how that works. </div>
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After lunch we decided to brave the heat for a bit and explore the zone. A few days ago, I made a deal with my coworker, Tanya. In exchange for a free photography lesson, she'll teach me how to make authentic Pad-Thai. I absolutely love Thai food, and so I can't wait to learn how to make this delicious dish. Anyways, we explored some old churches and museums in the area as I guided her through her camera's settings.We definitely blended in with the swarms of tourists, as we brought out our DSLR cameras at every possible landmark. After a few hours though, Tanya left to meet up with her husband.<br />
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Suddenly, I was alone in the Colonial Zone. I decided to call some other friends to find out where they were at. My phone died as soon as I typed in the number. I exited the Museo de las Casas Reales and realized that I was stranded in the Plaza de la Hispanidad. The sun was scorching and, of the people nearby, no one seemed to have enough minutes to let me make a call. You can imagine the looks I got from strangers after asking to use their cell phones to call my friends. I ended up wandering over to a nearby street, and looking pretty down-trodden, took a seat on a random stoop. I wasn't there long, maybe 15 minutes, but that was enough time to get some concerned looks and questions from passersby. Thankfully, by some odd coincidence, my friends soon rounded the corner and came walking up the street I was on! Imagine my relief!<br />
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That evening, my friends and I brought in my birthday with loads of popcorn and a classic film. I saw <i>Casablanca </i>for the first time. The movie was wonderful, and the script especially left me inspired. "Here's to looking at you kid." </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-72631318011900036062013-08-05T13:12:00.001-04:002013-08-05T13:12:41.567-04:00Words for Today<div style="text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-38454615573037447492013-08-05T00:22:00.000-04:002013-08-22T14:14:25.401-04:00What I Knew at 22/What I See at 23- A Collaborative PieceNever lose your curiosity,<br />
Your propensity to see things in this world that might make you uncomfortable (at first),<br />
Your apt to find yourself in situations that challenge every part of your being.<br />
Challenge your thoughts, explore your emotions, and become better for it.<br />
Experience the unfamiliar, and allow the world to improve the essence of your being.<br />
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Your life's greatest fortune is that you were born free. <br />
The greatest gifts our freedom provides are the freedom to think (differently and deeply),<br />
freedom to explore (intentionally), and the freedom to articulate our thoughts and experiences (independently).<br />
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Remember that Empathy is one of the greatest lessons you might come to know in your lifetime (if you are lucky). Live for the paradigm shifts, the moments that change everything you believed to be true.<br />
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Find the courage to tell these tales. <br />
Allow the world to hear your voice, and one day you will become the greatest of storytellers.<br />
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By: Alexandra Hall & Brigette Snyder<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 08.2013 Alexandra Hall</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-21112534767287241472013-08-04T23:37:00.000-04:002013-08-22T14:13:34.067-04:00Letters of Love: Did I Ever Tell You? <div style="text-align: left;">
Did I ever tell you just how beautiful you are?</div>
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That when you smile my whole world stops, and for a moment I can see God.</div>
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That the freckles on your face are more wondrous than any night sky. </div>
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I sometimes connect the dots that form constellations under your eyes.</div>
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Those eyes are, to me, brighter than the summer sun.</div>
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I'm convinced that the warmth they hold could melt the coldest of hearts.</div>
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And your heart... the universe never thought such selflessness was possible in a single being.</div>
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You love in a way that all of humanity aspires to. </div>
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You are a reflection of all that is good in the human spirit.</div>
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And you don't even know my name.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">© 08.2013 Alexandra Hall</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-83628780053885194222013-08-01T15:30:00.005-04:002013-08-19T22:02:03.228-04:00Home is NearI've got just a few more weeks in the Dominican Republic until my summer internship ends. After this, I'll return home to Atlanta to spend a few weeks with my family, and then it's back to Santo Domingo for a full 10 months teaching English.<br />
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I will be home for about three weeks, and there is so much I want to do. I still have things I'd like to do before leaving this month, but it's comforting to know that I'll be back soon. My upcoming stint in Santo Domingo will be the longest period of time I've lived outside of the United States. I'm really looking forward to this next adventure, but I also want to make sure that I take advantage of my short time at home.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><strike>Show
Brigette the Colonial Zone</strike></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><strike>Teach
an English lesson at the local institute</strike></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><strike>Go out to dance bachata/merengue once more</strike></b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><strike>Have
an adventure on my birthday</strike></b></span></span></div>
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<strike><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Get
a lesson on cooking Pad-Thai with Tanya</b></span></span></strike><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><strike>Visit
another waterfall</strike></b></span></div>
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to do when I go home</u>:</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Send a “Thank you” note to all my coworkers this summer</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Go on an outdoor adventure with my best friend</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Write a reflection on my summer internship
experience</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Update my blog</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Have a belated birthday party with my family</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Spend time in Chattanooga with my Sister + her Boyfriend</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Eat, cook, enjoy as much vegan food as possible at home</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Upgrade my camera</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Manage to pack for 10 months away from home</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Register to take the GRE in the Dominican Republic </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Visit graduate schools in the U.S.</b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-88562172051577666222013-07-31T22:45:00.001-04:002013-07-31T22:45:21.954-04:00Midweek Music 5.01. <strong>Run- Daughter. </strong>My best friend introduced me to Daughter just a few months ago. I being the lover of chill music, as I am, immediately fell in love with the sound. I just came across this song, and it's one of those I've had on repeat. Love the lyrics. <br />
2. <strong>Dragging You Around- Greg Laswell ft. Sia.</strong> Two of my favorite artists. This collaboration is golden.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="400" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/1wyTXPKz-dM" width="640"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-53942659322879022082013-07-31T22:31:00.000-04:002013-07-31T23:01:37.415-04:00Lost in TranslationThe other night, while cooking dinner with my friend Brigette, she accidentally cut her finger in the midst of slicing an avocado. The cut was quite deep and no amount of pressure or gauze seemed to stop the bleeding. After wrapping her finger up better than priority mail, we finally decided she would be better off getting some professional care. Around 9PM at night, we set out to find a clinic that could treat her poor finger. <br />
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We came across the Clínica Abreu, just a few minutes from our apartment. I was interested in seeing just how fast my friend would be seen after entering a Dominican emergency room. In less than five minutes a doctor was attending to her, and we were being asked questions about her health insurance. My goodness, that was fast! <br />
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The doctor didn't speak very much English, but we didn't mind that at all, especially because he was so incredibly good looking. Although my friend was being prodded with a needle filled with anesthesia medicine, she managed to smile throughout the whole procedure. Note to self: A good looking doctor is just the distraction you need to get through the pain. <br />
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In the span of just one hour at the clinic, my friend was stitched up and given a prescription. In the same hour, I got caught taking a few pictures in the clinic, and was almost thrown out of the place. However, the funniest moment occurred while trying to communicate with the beautiful physician. Since I understand the most Spanish in our little group, the doctor began to ask me all the questions about my friend's injury. I heard him say, "How was your experience in the hospital?" For some reason, I thought this was a completely natural post-operation inquiry. It's obvious now that I don't go to hospitals very often. I asked my friend the doctor's question in English. She responded, "Amazing. Really great." The doctor looked completely puzzled. He repeated his question, miming to get his words across. I finally understood what he was asking; "How did her injury happen?" We all burst out laughing. She had just told him that the her injury happened in an amazing, really great way. What a mix-up that was! Even if he had asked about our overall experience at the clinic, it's still hilarious that my friend described her experience getting stitched up and prodded by a needle as "amazing." It's good to know I've got such positive people around me! <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-51067935195064662472013-07-31T07:23:00.000-04:002013-07-31T22:54:45.373-04:00Happy Birthday to My Sister<div style="background-color: white; color: #505050; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; padding-left: 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: -1em;">
If you asked me to tell you who I am, I'd respond, "You have to meet my sister." </div>
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Because the truth is, without her, I don't make sense. </div>
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I carry your heart with me (i carry it in <span style="text-indent: -1em;">my heart)</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -1em;">I am never without it (anywhere </span><span style="text-indent: -1em;">i go you go, my dear;</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -1em;">and whatever is done </span><span style="text-indent: -1em;">by only me is your doing, my darling)</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -1em;">Excerpt from <i>I Carry Your Heart </i>by E.E. Cummings</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -1em;">Happy Birthday, Ari! </span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: -1em;">I love you, Seester! </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-7918021399584341072013-07-30T23:10:00.001-04:002013-08-22T14:14:45.232-04:00Connect or Move OnI'm a relator by nature. I cannot go a day without feeling connected to other people. Since graduation, my closest friends and I have gone in very different directions. Literally, we are spread from China to South Korea and Tennessee to Hawaii. Once just a phone call or short walk away, we are now separated by countless miles of land and sea, time zones, international calling rates, etc. Initially it was very difficult for me to grapple with the stress of being so far from my friends. After some quiet reflection however, I came to the decision that it's all on me. If I want someone to be in my life, then I have to make every effort to be in their's. Life gets busy and complicated, people move on to do different things, but that's not necessarily an excuse to lose touch.<br />
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I think it is a beautiful thing when friends can go weeks, months, years even, without talking, and suddenly reunite on the same note they left off. However, there is something to be said about friends that remain in constant contact despite distance, time, and circumstances. That's what I want. <br />
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In part, it's probably my fear of losing relationships that keeps me from being content with not talking to friends for extended periods of time. I can still remember the regret I felt as a seven year old when I moved to a new state with my family, left my best friend behind, and realized that we would probably never talk again (mostly because I had an irrational fear of telephones as a child). <br />
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I think you should make every effort to keep the people you care about in your lives. Even still, I believe you have to move on when efforts become one sided. A quote I read recently definitely woke me up to this fact. It said, "Stop wanting someone who doesn't want you! What a waste of time and energy! God has a plan for your life and you're distracted. Be free!" So that's what I'll try to live by. God has a plan for my life. People come and go. There is something to learn from everyone. In the end, we make time for the things and people that matter most to us. That's just how it goes.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-4359194524901733922013-07-29T20:31:00.001-04:002013-08-02T23:42:47.941-04:00My New Vocabulary I've acquired a new lingo in the last few months. Despite working in a bilingual professional environment, I've managed to pick up a whole slew of distinctly Dominican street terms and expressions. Let's call them "Dominicanismos" or "Dominicanisms." You'll be hard pressed to find many of these words/phrases used outside of the country or, in some cases even, outside of Santo Domingo. I've enjoyed joking with coworkers and throwing around the local jargon.<br />
Here's my dictionary so far:<br />
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Táto- Okay Largatijo- lizard<br />
Caliente/Guapo- Angry Freco- Fresh guy<br />
Nítido- Alright Tonto- Dumb <br />
Setiao- All set Vaina- Any "thing"<br />
De lo mío/mi gente- My people/my crew Bonche- A party<br />
Biberon- Baby bottle or uncomfortable situation <br />
Bobo- Problem/uncomfortable situation<br />
Tirar- To take a shot<br />
Cache bonita- Something in good condition<br />
Corta- Shut up<br />
Corrita- Someone who likes jokes<br />
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When someone hisses at you on the street to get your attention:<br />
Qué pasó? Se pinchó la goma?/ What happened? Did you pierce your tire?<br />
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Summer weather in Santo Domingo can be a little unpredictable. Recently it seems as if there is a 50% chance of rain everyday. This Saturday, I checked the weather report in the morning..."30% chance of rain, and scattered thunderstorms." Earlier in the week, a small group of us had planned to go to the beach for a day. After a few minutes of deliberation, we decided our odds were good enough to make the trip despite the frequent showers we've been getting.<br />
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The beach at Los Guayacanes was absolutely gorgeous. It's located about 40 minutes outside of Santo Domingo, right next to Juan Dolio. The water is turquoise in color, and oh so clear. Near the area where we were swimming there were real coral formations and hundreds of small live sea urchins. I tried so hard not to step on any of these spiky critters while I was out there. My friend Brigette and I borrowed some snorkeling gear from our friends and went out exploring the shallow waters. Oh my gosh, there were so many, and it was quite a sight to see them up close. Brigette led me to a large coral strip and told me to look under it for a sea urchin. No exaggeration, this creature was the size of a basketball. I took one peak and immediately lifted my head from the water so that I could properly freak out and not drown. I'd never seen one that size before. <br />
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After some more exploring under the sea, we came out of the water to enjoy a delicious meal of tostones, avocado, fried snapper, octopus, crab, sweet potato fries, and Dominican rice & beans; an unbelievably filling meal after all of our swimming. Later we would try some fresh coconuts, brought by our young friend, Domingo. It was my first time drinking the water directly out of the coconut, no straw, no cup. Things got a little messy, but it was so great. I don't think I can drink it the way I used to anymore!<br />
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1/2. My new friend, Domingo, climbs up 20 ft. to score some coconuts for us to eat<br />
3. Pulpo pours out some coconut water<br />
4/5. Brigette & Domingo are all smiles with fresh coconut in tow<br />
6. My coworker Tanya relaxes in a hammock while enjoying the sceneryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-57140951559538413692013-07-25T07:32:00.000-04:002013-07-26T15:12:14.594-04:00Words for Today<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">YOUR LIFE IS REMARKABLE</span><br />
-ABH<span class="status action"><b> </b></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-12086708234418310832013-07-24T22:27:00.004-04:002013-07-31T22:49:24.130-04:00Midweek Music 4.0<br />
1. <b>Poscards from Italy- Beirut</b>. One of my old favorites, this is such a perfect summer song.<br />
2.<b> To Build a Home- Patrick Watson.</b> I had Patrick Watson's <i>Great Escape</i> on repeat during my senior year of high school. The only way I can describe this guy's voice is "ethereal." <i>To Build a Home</i> is such a poetic piece, and I think this video is just splendid. <br />
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I always look forward to Fridays at work, mostly because we only have
to be there for a half-day. Monday through Thursday business as usual
runs from 7AM-4:30PM. It can be difficult, but only having to work from
7-11AM on Friday sort of makes up for that. This past Friday was
especially exciting. In addition to only having to work for four hours, I
left for a weekend trip to Juan Dolio directly after work.<br />
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11AM rolled around, we packed our things into the car and set off for
the 45 min drive from Santo Domingo to Juan Dolio. Two of our
co-workers, wanting to do something nice for the interns, invited us to
spend the weekend with them at a resort in Juan Dolio before the end of
our internships. I had visited Juan Dolio before, but that was only for a
day-trip. I was really looking forward to staying there for a few
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The weekend was better
than I could have imagined. I have always enjoyed taking weekend trips
around the Dominican Republic, and only more so since the start my
internship in June. Working such long hours can take a lot out of you,
so it's always great to get away and recharge for a few days. </div>
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three days we spent at the Coral Resort were much much needed. We
enjoyed the beautiful blue-green waters of the beach and too much
delicious Dominican food to recount. The manager of the hotel made sure
that we were all taken care of. He would go out of his way to check on
us during our stay, ate lunch with us when we first arrived, and even
took a few of us out on a boat ride before we left on Sunday afternoon.</div>
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Things
were going so great until Sunday morning. I woke up at 5AM with a
terrible stomach ache. The last time I felt anything so painful was
during my trip to Ecuador in May 2012 when I . I spent several hours
tied to my beach chair because moving around too much made me nauseous.
It was miserable. The funny part was just how many people tried to help
my situation.<br />
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Everyone in our group was concerned. One
would advise me to drink sprite with salt and lime, the next would tell
me to have a soup, and then someone else would tell me to eat only
bread. Nothing seemed to help, and I got sick from pretty much
everything I ate that day. I met a Haitian doctor from Miami who was
staying at the resort. He happened to be a gynecologist, but I didn't
know this at first. When he heard that I was sick, first thing he asked
me (in front of my coworkers) was, "Are you pregnant?" What a question!<br />
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I
unfortunately missed out most of the fun activities our group did on
Sunday. I couldn't enjoy the delicious meal prepared for lunch, or the
boat ride out to sea with the resort manager, or additional hours to
swim in the ocean. However, the generosity and care that my coworkers,
aka my Dominican family, extended to me while I was feeling completely
ill, totally made up for these disappointments. I'm so grateful to have
met such kind people here.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-18403039015242027852013-07-22T13:37:00.003-04:002013-07-25T10:30:04.874-04:0021+ Years VeggieFor those of you who don't know, I am a lifelong vegetarian, and have been one for two decades strong. This has been no easy task. Living in a society that caters to carnivores, I've learned to defend my habits and be creative with my orders at fast food joints. That doesn't mean that I've never wanted to try meat. Trust me, I have. In fact, a little bit of peer pressure, plus 21+ years of curiosity culminated this weekend when I had my very first taste. Needless to say, I got very sick soon after, and I think the chicken was to blame. :(<br />
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<u>Losing My Meat Virginity </u></div>
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I spent years wanting to try it,</div>
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Told my parents I couldn’t wait</div>
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To grow up and see for myself,</div>
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place some meat upon my plate.</div>
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21+ years of patiently waiting,</div>
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A single nugget was all it took</div>
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They told me I should try it,</div>
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Just one taste and I'd be hooked.</div>
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Feeling left out all my life, </div>
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I took one bite to quell the craving,</div>
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Hours later, I'd regret it, </div>
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All that pain was not worth the caving.<br />
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Side note: Go ahead and have a laugh, I realize it's pretty funny out of context especially. I promise it has only to do with my food adventures this weekend. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-13535348513309195162013-07-17T09:16:00.000-04:002013-07-24T07:56:43.400-04:00Santo Domingo <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I've gone out of town nearly every weekend since I’ve been back on the
island. First I went to</span><span style="color: magenta; line-height: 115%;"> </span><a href="http://shorttermme.blogspot.com/2013/06/my-weekend-in-photos-1.html" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: magenta;">Jarabacoa and Cayo Arena</span></a><span style="line-height: 115%;">, later to </span><a href="http://shorttermme.blogspot.com/2013/06/house-parties-juan-dolio.html" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: magenta;">Juan Dolio</span></a><span style="line-height: 115%;">, and most recently, I spent a few days with friends in </span><a href="http://shorttermme.blogspot.com/2013/07/bavaro-part-2-sunsand-penpaper.html" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: magenta;">Bávaro</span></a><span style="line-height: 115%;">. This last
weekend was one of the first I’ve spent in Santo Domingo. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">On Saturday I went
with some coworkers to the Zona Colonial (Colonial Zone) to explore some of the
historic sites in the capital. The weather was sweltering and so our paseando (wandering) was
cut a bit short. However, we did get to enjoy a nice lunch at a café on the historic El
Conde street, a ride on the Choo-Choo train through the city, and plenty of people watching in the
Plaza Colón. I took my film camera with me to capture sights of the day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">This was my third time visiting the Zona Colonial,
and it was nice to kind of figure my way around again. It’s fairly easy to understand
the layout of the area after only two or three walking tours. If you ever get the opportunity to
visit DR (and I hope you do), I definitely recommend a stop in this part of the capital. There are so many
historical sites, and “firsts” in the Americas. You can take pictures on the
grounds of the first cathedral in the Americas (Catedral Primada de las Americas)
and within five minutes be in front of the very first hospital, or even a fortress
(Fortaleza Ozama), or the house of Christopher Columbus’s son, Diego Columbus, located
in the impressive Plaza de la Hispanidad. Every historic site is within walking distance, and either free or very cheap to visit. There’s plenty to see, so it is a
perfect day trip. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The rest of our weekend was pretty laid back. On Saturday night, we went to a small party at the home of a USAID employee, where we enjoyed two of my favorite things: conversations with U.S. expatriates and delicious food. There was even a German chef there to prepare an assortment of meats for the guests. Although I didn't partake in that deliciousness, I made up for it by eating more than my share of the fresh caprese salad that was also served. I've come to love these weekend house parties, as they provide an opportunity to socialize with coworkers away from the office, network with people from different departments, and interact with the expatriate community here (which includes everyone from young students to military personnel).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">On Sunday, my roommate and I spent the day at the pool and in the evening we went to the home of one of our coworkers for dinner. We had spent the past weekend with their family in Bávaro. They will all be leaving the country soon to go back to the U.S. for a bit, and so in an effort to get rid of their extra food, they invited us over for "Thanksgiving in July." We ate creamed corn, green bean casserole, stuffing, fresh bread, and of course turkey. After dinner we were all pretty much in a food coma from the carbs, so we relaxed in their media room, and watched Zero Dark Thirty. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Of course, after such a relaxing, yet fun weekend, I was not ready to go back to work on Monday. The "Case of the Mondays" really does start early! But my roomate and I made up for the stress of a new work week by going out to a sporting event on Monday night. We joined a coworker and his friends for a "pro-basketball" game at the Olympic Stadium, here in Santo Domingo. The Huracanes (Hurricanes) of Santo Domingo played against the Titanes (Titans) of Puerto Plata. These were by far some of the tallest guys I've ever seen in the DR. It was no NBA, of course, but they played a good game. Unfortunately, the team we were rooting for lost by an astounding 30 points, but the experience was memorable nonetheless. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-38554687250049839442013-07-11T21:58:00.004-04:002013-07-24T22:15:51.260-04:00Midweek Music 3.0Unfortunately Hurricane/Tropical Storm Chantal prevented me from posting some midweek music this Wednesday, but I thought I'd share a few songs anyways. Happy Friday!!!<br />
1. <b>Age (Ryan Hemsworth Remix)- Lianne La Havas</b>. Another great remix of a Lianne La Havas song.<br />
2. <b>Eyes Wide Open- Gotye</b>. I finally moved past their hit, <i>Somebody I Used to Know</i>, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that Gotye is actually really great.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="400" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/oyVJsg0XIIk" width="640"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905610273405672643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7268200596588815064.post-52312932313524886842013-07-10T10:35:00.001-04:002013-07-22T19:59:36.155-04:00Bávaro Part II: Sun+Sand, Pen+Paper, Friends+Food<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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While I was studying in Santiago last year, I took a class on political and socioeconomic processes in the Dominican Republic. We discussed that the Dominican economy is primarily dependent upon three sectors: Agriculture, Trade (especially free trade zones), and Tourism. While I've learned about and even witnessed the first two sectors at work (via trips to free trade zones and Constanza: the source of much of the country's produce), this past weekend was my introduction to the latter area. <br />
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From Friday through Monday, my friend and I spent our time in Bávaro, a town on the Costa del Coco. It's tourism central; the home of the country's best resorts, clubs, and sanky pankies, among other things. We stayed in one of those all-inclusive resorts and got our first taste of the Dominican Republic, as it is most well known. </div>
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Upon arrival, I expected to have a hard time finding a single non-gringo at the place, but to my surprise there were plenty of Dominicans vacationing at the same resort. I had thought that Dominicans preferred to leave the island for vacation rather than go to these resorts, so this was new to me. Other guests included tourists from from the U.S., U.K., Canada, Germany, and all over the world. </div>
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We had initially planned to meet up with friends in the lobby. After only a few minutes there, we received our first greeting from the friendly staff with complimentary drinks on hand. I already felt welcomed! Our friends found us, standing awkwardly with our bags, and looking disheveled from the fatiguing journey. They escorted us to our room, where we settled in for a bit, and we were on the beach within the hour, taking in the sun, sand, and breeze. Everything we had gone through to arrive at this place suddenly felt worthwhile. </div>
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We spent the next few days enjoying the scenery of Bávaro, some fun-loving company, delicious meals, and much needed quiet moments. I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful place to spend my weekend, and now I better understand why people are always vacationing in Punta Cana and other spots on the Eastern coast. I've seen many beaches in my 21 years, from Sri Lanka to South England, and Mexico to Florida, but the beaches of the Dominican Republic still rank number one in my mind, and this weekend just reaffirmed that for me. </div>
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I am genuinely glad that I had the chance to see this side of the DR, albeit so late in my time here. In truth, it stands in stark contrast to much of what I would consider to be "the real DR"; the commotion of Santo Domingo... the simplicity of the campo (countryside), but all in all I feel I have a better perspective, a more complete idea of the country as a whole now. </div>
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