Stark can be beautiful, too. Take a look at the pictures from the Bahamas and the glacier formed sand dunes compared to the Dominican Republic. The contrast in the green, lush hills and vegetation is mind boggling.
The experience is like waking up finding you’re parched and didn’t know you were missing the crystal clear water to quench your thirst.
We take in each new territory we visit in stages. At the beginning of this blog I expounded on our favorite east coast haunts. We’re in new territories now. We find ourselves awed and overwhelmed by everything that’s new. We have to remind ourselves to only take in a piece at a time. We feel like kids at a carnival wanting to do it all at once.
These are our first day’s in the Dominican Republic. We were able to see this countryside on horseback. A local farmer rescued horses from a now defunct resort and is breeding them for profit.
The local residents of Hispaniola are a proud people. They may not have much in the way of material goods, but they take care of what they have. I’ve watched men wash their motorcycles after a rain in the gutters. I’ve watched women sweep their sidewalks in their night clothes with curlers in their hair. And, I’ve watched elderly men rake the gutters clean of leaves and debris every afternoon.
Life is a fickle thing and traveling has allowed me to put perspective on my own journey and the decisions I make. I can only do this if I slow down, observe and contemplate one layer at a time.
Have you experienced that moment in time you were glad you slowed down, took notice and breathed?