Oh yes, Dominican Republic delivers…
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So long!
Till we meet again…
To sum up my stay in Cabarete:
Home – away from home.
A new passion – for (wave)surfing.
My first love – Music! I’ve finally in my life started practicing guitar.
Nammm – homemade recipes from “mama” (oatmeal and cucumber-juice).
Friends – for life. Locals and travelers.
Parties – crazy ones with no alcohol but with lot’s of booty-shaking.
Balsam – for the soul. Yoga, walks, good talks, training, kiting, surfing, tea with honey.
Quote – I’LL BE BACK…
(Some of) The Folks
Reiner – The german Mr.Niceguy who recently sold his business and house to migrate to the Dominican Republic. Before leaving he gave different colored post-it notes to his family and friends; one color for each person. He invited them to stick the post-its onto the items they wanted; the DVD-player, the TV, the stereosystem – everything there. The only rule was that they could only collect the items after he had left. He wanted to keep his home till the bitter(sweet) end, before heading off to a new unknown start here in Cabarete.
Snaps from the day
Updates from Cabarete will follow, but first some photos from today. The boys are practicing for this weeks 10th “Master of the Ocean”. Who’s best in all the watersports; surf, kitesurf, SUP, windsurf? We’ll see…
Right now I’m in paradise
It is hard to recall all the time we have spent thinking about the future. And either our thoughts about “what-will-come” have been of concern or excitement, these past thoughts seems to be gone once we are in that future. As soon as we enter a new place, the thinking that we’ve had about that place is already a faded memory, collected and erased in the pile of hours spent on being somewhere other than we are. And this is the misfortunate downside of the fortunate upside of not having decided a single destination of my trip in advance. My mind is often occupied by that little bird who wants to wander off to the next destination.
Happy folks. Fucked-up politicians.
“Don’t worry!” Says the biggest bloke of them all, as he points his flashlight in our face. “We’re not gonna be talking with you for long. I’ll rather be honest and say it straight: All of us are poor and what we want… is your money.”
Sister sisters & love-motels
Luckily they recognize me from my Facebook-pictures, and scream out my name. The airport-hallway is full of Dominicans with flags and signs, and I must have looked confused as I’m coming out of the departure-exit. Or so they describe me. The two sisters Sara and Sabrina, born and bred in the Dominican Republic (DR), have invited me to stay with them and their family.
