I spent a few days in the dominican republic, to witness a beautiful union (stay tuned for TGC’s #fswedding post later this week).
All I wanted to do on my free time was get a tan, drink mamajuana, and eat everything in sight. which I did, but I also managed to work in some fun sight seeing.
A quick background story about my DR trip… I booked a flight to the wrong airport, Punta Cana. I should have been flying into Puerto Plata, which is 8 hours away by car. but, if you know me, you know sometimes my little brain is a trip. And I’ve learned things just work out, or you make them work out. so, after crying my little heart out, (I’m a crybaby) the Delta rebooking agent (HUGE HUGE HUGE shout out to Tracy at JFK airport) put me on a flight, first class to a closer airport, which was an hour and a half away. So, I made it.
but, if I didn’t make it, baby girl would have had a solo trip to Punta Cana!
• I never go anywhere without my L’Occitane shea buttter
• white nail polish for touch ups, sand destroys a fresh mani/pedi
• beauty blender, my MUST HAVE everyday essential… see why in next weeks contouring post!
• tylenol… because I like to drink, but hate hangovers
• ORIBE dry spray
(just a few of my travel essentials)
PEACE sandals: Victoria’s Secret, circa 2008. yikes.
jaquie aiche 3 chain anklet
breewylde bollywood anklets
the middle picture is fried chicken… I had to try it. crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside! other items include:
• fried plantains
• sweet plantains
• I forgot the name of the crab dish, but it was amazing
• rice and beans
• don’t forget El Presidente
but of course the drama that is my life isn’t over… on my departure home, I took a taxi arranged by the hotel, to the airport which was an hour and a half away. my taxi breaks down due to over heating, not once, not twice, but THREE times. on the third and final break down, which is on the off ramp of the expressway, I thought I was going to shit my pants. my taxi driver literally flags down a random guy, and asks him to take me the rest of the way to the airport. by the grace of God, the guy takes me, but not before he drops off his three children. I make it to the gate of my departing flight, 10 minutes before take off. sheesh.
(watch this 15 second clip)
** the day I returned from DR, news reports and social media were buzzing about people of Haitian descent being stripped of their Dominican citizenship, better known as “ethnic purging”. videos were everywhere of violent acts performed in the deporting process. it was unbelievable. to have spent 4 days in such a beautiful country, in local areas, talking to amazing people, and then watch people being ripped of their human rights, and discriminated against was horrible. this is literally legalized modern day genocide, WTF? for awhile I debated about whether I should even post about my experience. it just didn’t feel right. even now it feels strange. If you aren’t up to date with the current events in DR, watch this short video.