Now Samana is one of the most inter-cultural of towns in this part of the DR. With several large hotels, served by cruise-ships and with it’s own ex-pat community, it is well used to seeing gringos. But even so we were surprised to find a french restuarant (complete with Eiffel tower statue – albeit one being ravaged by a whale) – and even more so a french restuarant serving excellent pizzas. Replete and exhausted we headed back to our hotel for an early night. Lights out for the kids at 8pm. 8.15 for the adults (though with fractious sleep until the hubub from outside died down around 1am). [Read more…]
On Sunday we went to a Dominican house in a town 60 km from here called Samana. The house was 70 years old and made of wood. It was the house where our friend Ana Luz lived from 4 to 19 years old (she’s now 53).
The house was in the country down a rocky road that was very bumpy indeed. It had no tarmac and was made of rubble.
It had a tin roof that had holes in and there were big gaps between the walls and the roof. The windows had no glass and no shutters so when it rains the rain comes into the house. It was painted blue. [Read more…]