Kate told me at 9 am that we had to run away for the weekend. Unable to counter her with a logical reason to stay in the city, I haphazardly packed a bag primarily consisting of beach gear. We didn’t know where we were going, only that we were getting out! Within an hour, our “mama,” Rocio, had us getting in a taxi with sandwiches and mango milkshakes, heading to a bus station. Three hours later we arrived in the “sleepy” fishing village of Bayahibe, a cute waterfront with a strange minority population of Italian shop keepers and laid-back island folk. The neighboring beach hotspot, Playa Dominicus, proved a bit more rowdy and up our alley for a stroll. Get jealous:
It was a glorious escape from the chaos, pollution, and general madness that makes up Santo Domingo. We spent the time staring out to sea, eating incredible Italian gelato, and finally enjoying the island lifestyle.
Making a return by Gua Gua:
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aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh miss you guys! i love this!
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