We rocked and rolled into the Dominican Republic after a 24 hour sail. Upon our approach, a rainbow appeared in the sky so brilliant, the legs of the rainbow reflected off the water to touch our small vessel. We were the pot of gold.
Luperon is a secure harbor and one of the things making it so is the winding path to get inside the inner harbor. It’s unnerving to go into an unknown area for the first time. You have the charts, you have read all the information, but until you thread your way through the shoals and reefs on either side and find a deep harbor, your heart stands still anticipating a need to react.
We found our deep water and fellow boaters to guide our way. A simple call on the VHF radio brings our guide and boat boy, Papo, to put us on a mooring ball and see to our every need. Over the weeks we were there, Papo brought us drinking water and fuel. He arranged for tours and dived boats to clean the propellers.
The countryside was beautiful, but the town held a charm of its own. Animals, mostly dogs but also a herd of goats could be seen roaming free. The folks of Luperon may not have much, but we got the feeling of pride in what they did have. Pidgeon peas lined the sidewalks as they dried after the harvest.
Spanish is the local language and the residents were ready with a smile and an hola, hola as we walked past. It’s refreshing when they are patient and ready to help gringos with the language.
The town square is a breath of fresh air and shows the spirit of the people.
The bakery may not be anything to look at, but I assure you the confections inside are worth the journey.
Despite the grandeur, the fire department is well tended.
Back home, walking similar streets would put one on guard, here, life is simple and full of family, baseball and happiness.
Have you ever been someplace that made you smile? Someplace, that in another time and place you’d be on your guard?
Maybe if we look beyond the surface of life, we’ll see something we’re missing.