So Anonymous and I are on a plane heading to DR. We had to wake up before the crack of dawn to be out by 4 AM. Ahorita we're going to be two zombies, tu veras.
OK, we've arrived in Santiago and are apparently being stood up at the airport. Anonymous's uncle is supposed to drive us to her family's house in Salcedo and he still isn't here (but then again we did arrive a bit early).
Her uncle eventually showed up and we were on our way to the campo. Her buddy from la capital was waiting for us there and her family greeted us with open arms and delicious food. (We were starving to death pretty much. Chips and soda does not cut it, JetBlue!)
In the afternoon we headed over to the Mirabal sisters museum and hung out in the garden area for a bit. If you've ever read or seen In The Time of the Butterflies or the history book that is The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao then you've heard of the Mirabal sisters and Rafael Trujillo.
The whole day, Anonymous and I were crying for sleep. I was ready to drop at any second, but there was always something else to do: search for food in that ghost town, find a white tank top for Anonymous, visit an infamous certain someone and take cold showers with a bucket of water. It's moments like these that make you appreciate running water.
OK, we've arrived in Santiago and are apparently being stood up at the airport. Anonymous's uncle is supposed to drive us to her family's house in Salcedo and he still isn't here (but then again we did arrive a bit early).Her uncle eventually showed up and we were on our way to the campo. Her buddy from la capital was waiting for us there and her family greeted us with open arms and delicious food. (We were starving to death pretty much. Chips and soda does not cut it, JetBlue!)
In the afternoon we headed over to the Mirabal sisters museum and hung out in the garden area for a bit. If you've ever read or seen In The Time of the Butterflies or the history book that is The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao then you've heard of the Mirabal sisters and Rafael Trujillo.The whole day, Anonymous and I were crying for sleep. I was ready to drop at any second, but there was always something else to do: search for food in that ghost town, find a white tank top for Anonymous, visit an infamous certain someone and take cold showers with a bucket of water. It's moments like these that make you appreciate running water.