DR 🇩🇴

The Island Way

We landed in Punta Cana with sand already between our toes.
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At least in our mind.
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Our mini-van waited. Eleven seats. Eight of us. Math that worked.

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We headed for Las Terrenas. The Lopez clan - Uncle Elijah, Tia Zaviyth, little Leo - alongside us for the journey.

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Eleven days lay ahead.

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Eleven days to forget emails (except I couldn't escape the few work calls).

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Eleven days to remember what matters.

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We drove that mini-van everywhere.

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Many beaches to explore each day but we kept going back to our favorite.

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That's how you know you've found something good.

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When you keep returning.

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The BBQs at home became our favourite joint. Garlic rice steaming. Persian-style tomatoes charring on the grill for every meal.

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Simple food. Better than any restaurant.

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Then there was Empanadas Y Mas :(

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The place we couldn't find open.

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Island time isn't something you read on a watch.

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Their inconsistent hours became our running joke. "Today?" we'd ask. The answer was always tomorrow.

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That's the thing about the Dominican.

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It teaches you that island time ticks different.

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Eleven days.

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Gone too fast.

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Like all the best things.

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Thank you Lord, for the trip of a lifetime.

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