Okie-dokie...the severely condensed version of the last four weeks. Santo Domingo is hot, dusty, and NOISY. And incredibly friendly for the most part. My family here rocks. The dona (matriarch/mom) is Buddhist in a Catholic country, and my sisters are 25 and 19. The 25 y.o. has a 3 y.o. boy who is wild but sweet. The 19 y.o. (Ingrid) is who's around the most. She really likes bizarre Dominican game shows, so I seem to be learning some rather odd Spanish at home. Every trip using public transit is an adventure, as everyone has the right of way here except pedestrians and animals. A few highways have lines, but you wouldn't know it from inside a voladora. ("flyer"-a privately-owned bus that stops wherever people want to get on or off. The name comes from the speed at which they drive.) At any given time, a motorcycle may come flying down the road from between two other vehicles, in the wrong direction, or along the sidewalk. I'll never need a rollercoaster again--they're altogether too safe, too tame. This first part of training, in Santo Domingo, is nearly over. Monday, the Special Ed. group leaves for Dajabon, which is near the northern end of the Haitian border. Should be interesting...I hear it's hotter though. And no, I haven't been to a beach yet. I've barely seen the ocean. Kind of odd, on an island, but that's how busy and poor we are. We're making about $2 a day for incidentals, based on the current exchange rate. Not exactly a party budget.
So, that's the summary. More eventually. :)
posted by dragonlight 6:04 PM
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