Well, back we go to hot, tropical terrain. After returning from Puerto Rico high on the adreniline of life and adventure, and a surprisingly manageable flight experience, I figured it was best to strike while the iron was hot and buy three more plane tickets.
This time the kids and I are heading down to Pina Vieja, Dominican Republic, to visit my mother-in-law for eight days. We haven't seen Abuela in over two years, so what better an opportunity to visit then when I'm feeling at my most courageous.
I am not exactly sure what the week will bring, but I think I can give a pretty good guess to say that there will be a lot of sitting around on Abuela's porch, rum and cokes, people watching on her tiny country road, and gossping about the neigbors. The kids will run through the dusty neighborhood with the other millions of children, communicating in that amazing way that kids who don't speak the same language can do.
I will read my books, eat rice and beans, and maybe go dancing once or twice. Mostly I'm happy to do nothing at all but soak up the smells, sights, and feeling of the country that has come to feel like home to me. Pretty much the quintessential good times as far as I'm concerned. Looking forward to it.