March 2007 - (DR - part III)
Okay, let's go dancing?! You could spend part of your day learning to do this for free! They had merengue lessons for an hour and then you could put your skill to the test each night at the disco. What was awesome about the disco at this resort, was that it was right on the beach with a cool ocean breeze waving over the crowd every few minutes (armed guards made sure that people didn't come in or out, and after the initial shock of seeing them there, you don't really think about it again). After missing the first few nights partying, we finally ventured there. And guess who we ran into, hehe?! Of course the Girlies from Newfoundland.
What a time we had. I mean, how could you go wrong with Bruce Springsteen's "Summer of '69" and Madonna's "Like a Virgin" playing on repeat and only interrupted by joyous Latin tunes? The combination of the music, the open bar, the staff getting the guests involved and the 'we're on vacation" realization by everyone present, generated quite a party!! Here's where I learned that I am NOT a dancer (A free style sort, yeah sure, maybe? But definitely not when there's steps and counting...yikes). Watching Terri and Stephanie dance with the staff was beautiful. From this night forward I didn't miss a night at the disco :)
Oh wait...that's a lie. I did miss one night. One late afternoon, the Girls and I decided that we'd finally take a break from the beach and try out the swim up bar. As we approached, we noted that no one was in the pool. Strange, but meh, we're here now might as well try it out. Towel downs, room key hidden, flip flops tossed...we were ready. With one foot in the water and the other hovering, the LOUDEST crack of thunder I've ever heard shook our resort. I'm sure my heart stopped. Its intensity was likely heightened because I was entering a pool 5km's long, surrounded by open areas with scattered large trees all around, I was only missing an umbrella with a metal handle. Well jeez, that's not going to work. Off we trek back to the room to play some cards and enjoy a few glass-bottled beverages. It rained, and rained, and rained...and rained. :(
|View from our room:|
rained so hard it looked foggy
We drove out into the country. The rain from the previous night resulted in our jeeps waiting for crews to come repair entire roadways on at least three occasions. I mean full scale construction: loaders, excavators, gravel trucks. They’d finish one site, then drive ahead of us to repair the next.
Late afternoon our jeep began its journey back to our resort. Happy hour continued well into the evening and when it was time to decide whether to stay in or go out, well, I went to find my friend Stephanie to see if she wanted to venture out. :) The Mangue disco was the name of the bar within the compound of Playa Dorada where locals could join in the fun with the guests of the neighbouring 30 resorts. It made us feel as if we were leaving the resort, without leaving. Cruz (a wonderful new friend from the DR originally and now visiting while on vacation) led the way into the bar. It was so very helpful to have someone who could speak Spanish and assure our safety this evening.