When the plane finally came through the clouds as we approached landing, I was surprised by how much green I saw (but really, what was I expecting? I don't know), and passed rice field after brilliantly green rice field on our journey through the Cibao on the bus. The relative poverty of the country (my point of reference is Costa Rica) was also evident.
Had a chance encounter with someone I knew from Morris in the immigration line at the airport and exchanged contact information. The prevalence of Spanish is thrilling, but will tire me out mentally for at least the first couple days. A woman came to the door while I was sitting on the porch and asked me to give her a cincuenta. I understood her just fine, but forgot to reply in Spanish. I'll have to work on that.
Sheets of rain just started falling from the sky and there's music blasting from the house down the street. Let the experience begin.
Great to hear you have arrived for yet another international adventure. Sending best wishes for a terrific experience. Looking forward the vicarious enjoyment through your colorful stories. Assuming no snake boots required in this territory???
ReplyDeleteoops the last post was from Aunt Margo, wouldn't let me select another profile besides anonymous!
Deleteah i loved reading this already. i feel you on the mentally tiring spanish bit and forgetting not to reply in english! the music never stops there. disfrutelo. aprovecha todo! te extrano already. whoops.. no english, te extrano YA! :)
ReplyDeleteSiempre suena la musica pero no he bailado por nada! Ojala eso cambie muy pronto :)
DeleteI lived in Dajabon for 2 years in Peace Corps in the 1970s. I'm very interested in your observations. Have a wonderful summer. And dance lots of merengue and salsa!
ReplyDeleteNancy, I hadn't realized that you were in Dajabón during your service! One of our teammates might be making a trip there to do some observation at the border... a ver si esté seguro. Hope you and Jim are doing well in Morris. I miss going to Federated so much!
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