Moving out of the capital to Las Terrenas, I found myself at Dan and Manty’s, a hostel run by a married couple. Aside from the amazing food, I was welcomed unmatched hospitality. During my visit, Manty cooked meals that I’ll be thinking of for quite sometime, and she was always prepared to lend her patience towards my endeavor of speaking Spanish. I sat down to eat the first night and told her about how incredible it felt to be there, speaking Spanish, tracing back to my roots. It’s a moment I’ll cherish forever.
Of course, both nights in Las Terrenas, the other hostel guests and myself ventured out for some much needed dancing. I thought I danced a lot in Santo Domingo, but I’m almost certain I broke some kind of record here! We danced and danced: Bachata, Meringue, and even some beautiful mixture of a cookout line dance with Spanish music.
I believe I’ll have to write a book one day, maybe even a series, to properly address all that I’ve seen and done on this trip so far. From the people to the beautiful beaches, to the delicious food, and (as I’m noticing now) the amazing, untouched landscape that presents itself as I take the various modes of transportation that travel necessitates here, (phew) I am beyond thankful. I’m just trying to soak it all up!