Puerto Plata: beyond the gates of Playa Dorada (and so much more)

March 2007 - (DR - part III)

THE RESORT

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



The rain continued long after we were ready and had made our way to our dinner reservation at the Steakhouse.  This restaurant was incredible. Chicken, sausage, pork, beef all served one course at a time with endless salads, appetizers, all topped off with a huge selection of dessert.  Absolutely stuffed :) but had just enough room left to try the flaming sambuca. What a dazzling demonstration our server had with fire and alcohol! Once lit, the flame stayed blue and continued forever.  The food, the service, the entertainment, I must give kudos to the staff that work here, well done.  :)

Sadly the rain continued.  Overheard at dinner the disco roof had leaked and there wouldn't be any dancing tonight.  We instantly decided that we'd check out the nightly show instead (I enjoy the entertainment at resorts, it's usually so lively and inclusive, be sure to try out at least one show during your stay). 

Confirmation of the closure was made when we ran into the NL crowd.   Before dinner, the Girls were trying to pick up all their belongings and find places to dry their things, as resort staff came to do something with the 2 inches of water that had turned their room into a splash park. :( I couldn't believe that their first floor room had flooded from the endless rain.  What a state.  We called it an early night, with so much water, there wasn't a lot to do anyhow.  

Tomorrow would be our first time off resort.  We'd booked an all day excursion with, Puerto Plata Runners (the company is called Bavaro Runners).  Truthfully, we could probably use a few extra minutes of sleep tonight. Buenas noches ("good night").

Puerto Plata Runners

Our resort was amongst many in a compound of at least 20 hotel complexes, Playa Dorada was its official name (gated and guarded).  In amongst these resorts was a main road in and out, a golf course and a disco club, where locals and tourists could party it up.  We met our jeep safari rig, a white and black striped tour bus, complete with our guide, Zeek and our driver, Mauris, out front of our lobby at 8am.  A few other stops within the compound, and we were out the gate into a city of thousands.  Most of whom were in this madness of motorists, known as streets, where chaos lived in the absence of driving rules (also known as Puerto Plata).  You must keep to your side of the street, but sidewalk use is permissible, as is weaving in and out of traffic (however you get to the head of the line, so be it). No seat belts (except on the tour bus) are necessary and entire families can travel on one scooter or motorcycle with or without helmets.

The rain from the night before had finally ended and gave way to a sunny, bright start to our day.  Driving through this city, we quickly realized the devastation of last night's storms.  Streets were washed out, people’s homes were flooded, neighbours were helping neighbours empty out entire households of furniture and personal belongings, in hopes that warm sun would dry it all out. The deeper we ventured into the city centre, the more my heart became overwhelmed. 

 

I wasn't without tears within the first 15 minutes of being stuck in traffic and witnessing a completely different world than that of which I had been exposed to in Playa Dorada.  No wonder they think of us as 'rich tourists'. Children were playing on backs of trucks as if this area was their front lawn.  So many buildings and homes appeared to not have survived the storm from last night, or the storm before that and likely not even the one before that.  And here we were driving by in our rented vehicle, complete with a driver and our fancy sunglasses...staring, take pictures, in aww of how different it was out here compared to our resort and real lives.

Perspective and gratitude seemed to be the theme this morning. An adjustment of thought that I didn't even know I needed, but certainly welcomed.  There were many people driving fancy cars, chatting on cell phones and wearing the latest brand name clothes.  Then, there were people walking around without shoes, all sharing the same sidewalk.  Things were balanced here, all relevant to their way of life (the more Zeek talked and explained, the more I understood that my way of life wasn't better or worse, only different).  Going-seeing-doing can teach you things you may never have understood otherwise.  I need to travel. 

A smile returned after passing by this little cerveza shop (or maybe it was a convenience store?).  A small group of men were sitting outside with maracas, drums, guitars, accordions playing away.  It was so neat to hear their happiness in amongst the sound of idling engines and revving bikes.  The big sign next to the shop says "Happy Hour starts daily at 8 am" hahaha.  This place was awesome.  Police directing traffic in the absence of street lights, a university, a rhum factory, shops and stores, crazy drivers and the smell of exhaust.  I fell in love with Puerto Plata and so wished I could get off the bus to go meet these people.

washed out road

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.

Zeek, our guide, was awesome. He explained so many things and I mentally tried to capture everything he was saying about everything there was to see and know.  We visited a small farm, where we tried fresh ground coffee, played with the animals and saw how things were made.  We visited inside the family's home.  Of all the things I remember, there was a TV in the bedroom (just a small one) but the electric cord looked as though it had been cut and taped back together about 6 million times. It was so thin and unsafe looking. But then I noticed that it wasn't just the TV's electrical wiring (yikes).

We stopped at a cigar making place.  It was a tiny little hut next to the road with a very small tobacco plant garden out front.  Had an opportunity to meet some children during our brief stop at the school house.  And then continued on, to our next stop where we'd enjoy a Mexican meal at the most beautiful beach.  A little time set aside for swimming or horseback riding.  Our party of three split the decision on this and two went to play in the waves, while the other trotted down a beach side trail on a white horse, with a lovely group of fellow travellers.  The entire time on this safari ride was "happy hour". They served up beverages from our first stop till our last.  What a day. 

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.

Wild.  This place had cages in the corners with dancers.  They had people up on the bar and bartenders armed with lighters who would light the exhale of patrons as they’d take a shot and instantly become fire breathers.  Flames shot far and fast as people applauded and woohoo’d.  What an experience. We were gently tugged here and there to go dance.  Smiles, winks and nods in abundance. I can remember witnessing the most beautiful drag-queens here.  Cruz once had to tell me to stop staring, but I wasn't staring because I was anything but amazed at their beauty, absolutely gorgeous. 

We left the bar and began our walk back to our resort in the wee hours of the morning.  Stephanie and I, arm in arm ... a good friend is someone who will assist you on your journey.  A best friend, will laugh to pee themselves if you should fall off a sidewalk or perhaps, run into patio set haha. 

We didn't leave the bar area without stopping for a bite to eat first, I wanted a hotdog. :)  Remember when I mentioned earlier that it was a common misconception for people to think that the food here was anything like the food at home?!  OMG - EWE. This hotdog didn't even come close (although when I ordered it, I thought for sure that it'd be the same: 'a hotdog is a hotdog' or so one would think).  It was disguised as a regular looking hotdog, but the instant I bit into it, I knew I had been fooled.  It tasted like a rubber hose smothered in sweet tomato paste. Every bite hurt a little more, but I ate the entire thing, Cruz had bought it for me and I didn’t want to be rude.  Oh my poor taste buds (I'm just lucky it wasn't "oh my poor belly" lol).

.....

Okay wait.  Is it just me, or is this vacation going by way way too fast??   I'm so glad you've decided to join us on this adventure. 

I hate to (I'm sorry), but I'm going to do it to you again and take a little break right here. This gives you a whole week to fill your bubba keg, grab your room key, your towel & your waterproof camera for the swim-up bar at the big pool.  And while you're at it, you might as well bring some tissues as we say goodbye to all these wonderful people. 

DR trip - part IV "No, No, No, No!!!  I'm not ready to go yet!" will be the title for the next (and final post) of this adventure. 




There are hills (even mountains) in the DR!
Before I visited there, for whatever reason, I thought there were none! :)

 

The results from the Weekly Survey Question:  Are you a dancer?

26% of you are self proclaimed dancers
59% love busting a move and who cares if you good at it (or not lol)
13% of you just aren't into the dance scene

One of the best things about being away on vacation, is that you're not likley to know many others you're sharing the dance floor with ... so why not raise those hands up and get down?!  ;)

Share your comments, your stories, your travel advice etc. in the section below (comments or reaction section) and give your answer to the weekly survey (top right of the blog page).  No sign up necessary, just a simple click :)  A little shy?!  Why not send me an email instead: holidayheidi@hotmail.ca

And yeah...where are those guys from Norway?  We'll find them, lol.
~Holiday Heidi

"Looky Looky for FREE"

March 2007 (DR trip, part II)

WE'RE HERE

Welcome to the land of palm trees. 

Just off the bus, there we stood facing the entrance to the Occidental Grand lobby (click here to a link that'll show you a 360 degree tour of the lobby and then come back to my post to finish reading)!!  Pillars, all open air (no windows or doors), marble, wood, paintings...I can't even fit into words how wondrous this was.  Even at three in the morning with our slight gaze of a stare, it was unimaginably breathtaking.   Quinn handled everything during check-in (still very much a blur) when she whispered "we've been moved to the Royal Club (private section) of the resort", I just knew that anything that started with "an upgrade" had to be a good thing. :)  Room keys were given out, holiday bracelets were placed around our wrists (pretty little red ones) and there was "beep beep" (aka: our driver) waiting for us with our luggage to escort us to our oasis, via golf cart! 

BUENOS DIAS

In what felt like minutes, my eyes went from happily shut, to wide open.  I'm not sure if it was Quinn's alarm clock, the birds outside or maybe one of the two of us wiggled too much in our shared twin bed?! (we were too tired to ask and wait for a third bed upon our arrival, so sharing it was :P cozy).  Whatever woke us up, Kenya's voice (the lady who was our guide from the airport last night) sang out in our minds as we rushed to get to the theatre:  "DON'T MISS YOUR 9AM ORIENTATION MEETING".  With two of the three us showered, coffee and breakfast to wait, resort map in hand, we entered the theatre just as Nicole, our Air Transat Rep, originally from Quebec some 15 years ago (I loved her) began the "Do's and Don't's" review for our stay.

Most tour companies offer a representative who will visit your resort at least once during your stay.  Hotel staff are also well versed when it comes to the 'what you should and shouldn't do' during your stay.  Ask questions ... eliminate the risk of finding out any other way.  Nicole was great.  She talked about the significance of the grey and gold bracelets (but not our red ones?!).  We learned the basics:  bartering is a way of life here, they expect it.  When you're wearing a bracelet, locals believe you're a rich tourist. If you don't want something, "no gracias" works well (even if you have to say it over and over).  Dominican Pesos is the currency, 100 pesos equals $4.00 Canadian, or did then, and they always accept USD.  There were all kinds of free activities to enjoy on the resort and who doesn't like free?!  Plus, Transat also offered many off-resort excursions that you could book through her.  OMG, what a great week this was going to be!!! :)

Finally free to explore, but first things first -food!  Off to the buffet and for any of you who haven't experienced this yet; some things you'll find delicious, other things interesting and some will be absolutely el-grosso.  Just never expect for the same foods to taste the same as home (common misconception).  Not being fussy, I tried just about everything that was available.  The fruit and most local dishes in tropical places are must try's, aaa-mazing!  Although I can remember trying this scrambled egg looking dish, 'yucca' ... let's just say that wasn't my favourite ;) the name of it should've been my first clue lol.  OoooOOh the bacon! (YUM)  The bacon was sooo good (it was sort of sweet, must be from all the sugar cane?!). 

Usually at the beginning of your stay, you're pigging out.  Eating, loving the food, coming back to the buffet morning, noon and night.  Just try to keep up that pace for the next seven days. ;)  Fortunately, to help bring variety to guests, resorts often offer a la carte restaurants.  These are restaurants that allow you to book a timed reservation and come eat a specific type of food (Italian, Oriental, Seafood, Steakhouse...the kinds and 'number of' vary for every resort) selecting from a menu.  After Nicole's chat, an extended breakfast and a short self guided resort tour, we were off to the lobby to meet Rafael, our hotel representative.  

Bah!  We're on vacation so might as well try a little Caribbean vacation beverage while en route. ;)  A few stops, the exchange of an "hola" ("hello" in Spanish) here and there and a couple of random "oh la la's" as we passed by ... seriously?!  Where are we?!  Have I died?  This must be Heaven?!  So flirty! 

Full of compliments, every single one of them ... "your eyes" "your pretty smile" "you're beautiful" “aye yi yi yi”... how will I ever make it home with my head so swollen? It wasn't like they were treating us like a 'piece of meat’; it was more like a true appreciation for beauty.  For me, it was unexpected and a touch overwhelming but fun and exciting all at the same time.

Sorry, where was I!?  Right, right.  We were in the lobby, standing in line to meet Rafael.  As we were standing there, Quinn strikes up a chat with the girl in front of us.  The usual conversation questions: 'When'd you get in?' 'How long's your stay?’ 'Where are you from?'  She says "Newfoundland".  Really?  Hmmm, but there wasn't any accent?!.  We all laughed, because from that moment on, it was unleashed!! We understood about every fifth word hahaha.  Stephanie was her name, there with a party of six ladies from the Rock.  Just then, two others joined our wait in line (Tanya and Tracey, friends of Stephanie's).  What a time we all had in those 10 minutes or so.  Tracey was so lively with her description of the Disco the night before, bouncing, laughing and her accent so thick and with her excitement I wasn't sure what she said until Stephanie translated. I nicknamed Tracey, Tigger (bounce, bounce and totally animated lol)!!  This was going to be fun, a bunch of party-ready Canadian gals from the East Coast, we should've come with a warning label. ;)  With promises to meet up later, off they went.

<< For any of you who have heard me go on and on about my best friend Stephanie from Newfoundland, whom I met in the Dominican...this is exactly the story of our coincidental encounter that started our friendship.  Yes it's true, you can meet good people all over the world, just some you're lucky enough to stay in touch with!  Tanya, Tracey, Lisa, absolutely wonderful to have met these girls too and yes, I have visited them all since this trip.  My motto, 'talk to strangers, :) they’re your friend whom you haven't met yet. 

Having a chance to talk to Rafael, we booked as many a la carte nights as we could.  We also learned of our fashionable red bracelets.  This piece of plastic, allowed us gated entry into our private section of the resort (only about 15 rooms are available there).  There was a private pool, loungers, a lobby area, free internet, a bar, restaurant (menu order) open until 4pm daily.   We were going to get a 3rd bed for our room (yay, not that cuddling wasn't great lol), a complimentary bottle of rum, slippers and robes.  This bracelet also gave us beer and water in the bottle, as often as we wished and our very own section on the beach, with an attendant. WOW.  We'd be served food and beverages to our room if we so wished (I felt like a princess, OMG what treatment). We had 3 servers in total, all of whom worked solo on a rotating schedule:  Noroberto, Sylvie and Valentine.  I fell in love with all of them (wonder how they are now and if they're still there?), such beautiful people. 

TO THE BEACH

Off we trek to the playa!  A beautiful coral walkway next to a lagoon area, where benches lined the entire way offering you a place to sit in the shade of some incredibly unique trees.   Then you enter the beach

buffet (by day - disco by night) and down a little ramp and there it is!!  OCEAN.  Didn't take Thomas long to find us (my guess it was those bright red arm bands?!).   Confused, I kept saying "no gracias".  Finally he's like "excuse me, but I work for you".  OMG.  Thomas was our beach attendant.  Of course, lol! He set up our chairs, grabbed us tables and ashtrays and took our bubba kegs (huge travel mugs that the guys at my work refer to as my “sippy cup" haha).  And then he gave us a lecture about coming down to the sand so late.  Apparently it rains every afternoon, around 4pm.  Didn't look like rain!! 



At the end of the coral walkway is the steps into the disco / lunch buffet. 
Walk thru, and you'll be on the beach :)



Thomas :)

 Suffering from some flu / cold grossness I had brought with me, likely caused from being too excited! I must have counted down sleeps per-trip for over 100 days or so, guess that has an affect!   I took advantage of this time for a little nap.  Before I could even close my eyes, I became witness to what Nicole had told us.  There were so many vendors, carrying so many things.  "Looky Looky for Free" "I've got Maracas" “Co-Co Nuts”. And as I lay there, this sweet girl approached me and before I could say "no gracias" she had a piece of my hair braided complete with beads. What the?!  I paid for the one braid and only the one braid (later cutting if off as a keepsake) and then drifted into la-la land while Quinn and Terri mingled and met the locals.  I woke up just as the rain had started.  Thomas was right.  4:01pm and the sky was eerily dark and the drops of rain went from one here, one there to torrential downpour within seconds.  It'll be sunny again tomorrow, we'll come back then!

Over the next few days it was a mix of the same really.  Eat, sleep, drink, relax, swim and meet people :) I could totally get use to vacation.  The vendors were so friendly and worked so hard.   They all wore boots, jeans and matching blue shirts (gosh it had to be hot). 

We made a few really great friends during our visits to the beach.  Louis, Jonni, "Hector the Protector", Marcial...they weren't stopping without trying to sell us stuff (of which we did buy a few things), but they'd stop often and weren't pushy (mostly chatty).  They had fabulous stories and I so enjoyed learning about their life, their families and the customs there.   

There was this one vendor in particular, Bronfi.  I met him as he walked by a nearly sleeping me (complete with towel over my head) and says "looky for free" ... I say "no gracias" ... "please"...I repeat "no gracias"...to which he says "please or I'll cry".  Ohh, darn broken heart strings. "What? lol Okay, show me what you have".  I open my eyes and at the end of my beach chair were a pair of the darkest brown eyes and the most beautiful smile beaming back at me.  He was lugging around a huge bag full of wooden products (it had to be heavy). A pair of mahogany vases caught my eye and we haggled from $125 to $25 to $30 for both.  Deal.  But that's not quite the full story... 

See before leaving on this trip, my Dad had said "have fun Heid" and "don't bring back any husbands" (this conversation stemmed from my recent split with my fiancé and my Dad not wanting to see his girl hurt).  So as Bronfi and I were making this barter exchange (for the vases), he said some price and followed it with a "and love you for free". Funny!!  To which I reply, "hmm, husband for 7 days, perfect". Bahahaha, the Girls and I had such a fun time on this beach let me tell you.  I decided then and there that my Dad's gift was going to be a picture frame from the place I was visiting.  Inside this frame would be a picture of me, with a new local friend, of whom I'd given the title 'future husband' heheh ... all part of the on-going joke between my father and I, and of course me, keeping my promise that I wouldn't bring home any husbands. I so love my Dad. heheeh.  He built a new set of shelves for his frame collection!! :)

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How are you liking the Dominican so far?  Don't pack your bags to leave yet, we've got a few more things to do before that.  I thought we should take a siesta first before we continue ...  

Puerto Plata:  beyond the gates of Playa Dorada (and so much more).  This is the title of the next blog post that will complete our 7 day all inclusive adventure. I want to take you off the resort and into the streets of Puerto Plata.  Oh, and there's the experience that Stephanie and I shared at the Mangue club (O.M.G).  Don't let me forget to recreate the insanity of the last few days of vacation: the party with the guys from Norway, the swim up bar and then having to say good-bye to so many new friends (which sucks).

Hola!  ¿Cómo estás?  .... Bien!!! 
Tres cervezas por favor!  (we'll order more for you ... how many?)

Results from the Weekly survey question:  Which do you prefer? 
Beach - 75%
Pool - 25%
I'm pretty certain that you would have LOVED this beach.  There was so much to do, catamaran, glass bottom boat, parasailing and the crazy banana boat ride!!  Plus, there was beach volleyball, the vendor shopping and definitely moments where all of you needed to be wearing your mirrored sunglasses. ;)

Share your comments, your stories, your travel advice etc. in the section below (comments or reaction section) and give your answer to the weekly survey (top right of the blog page).  No sign up necessary, just a simple click :)  A little shy?!  Why not send me an email instead: holidayheidi@hotmail.ca.

Get your dancing shoes on and your swimsuit handy...I think it's time we experienced a tropical night out before we get back in the water (hopefully next week).
~ Holiday Heidi

Hola Dominicana!

March 2007 (DR trip, Part I)

My world had changed and was continuing to do so.  Recently single, I was in search of nothing that seemed as it was.  A defining era in my life (challenging, evolving and necessary)...who was "Heidi" and what did she want.  Aside from wanting happiness and to live life, at the time, I could only come up with an endless list of things I didn't want. 

Having just experienced Boston, maybe that's what I need, another vacation?! Just the girls, off to an all inclusive 4* resort, on a direct flight to the Caribbean for seven full days.  YEAH, I want that!

Of course, when asked if I'd be interested in something like this, I was excited about the idea, but honestly, I had no clue.  Before this, I had only taken a day off here and there (and very likely I stayed home or close to it). I’d never taken a full weeks' vacation all at once and certainly not for my own leisure. 

Travel for fun?!  People do this?  I guess so!  ;)  My cousin Quinn, being a travel agent, plans these things for people all the time.  Guess it was finally our turn.  I know I've thanked Quinn over and over for introducing me to travel, but I don't know if she realizes the impact that these comings and goings have had on my life, the very transformation of 'Heidi on vacation', to Holiday Heidi. (Thanks Quinnifer).

Some resorts will charge you extra for traveling solo (or when requesting more than 2 persons) but in some cases there's no increase (as was the case this time around). So, during the final stages of planning, I talked Quinn into bringing along a third travel pal, my long time high school friend, Terri.  :)  We confirmed our vacation with Transat Holidays.  We'd be staying at the Occidental Grand Puerto Plata (currently Barcelo).  We read Trip Advisor and viewed the pics just about every day from pre-planning to departure.  This place had it all!

When planning a trip, it's important that everyone gets everything they need out of their vacation.  Most travel companions will likely want a lot of the same things, but don't count on everything being the same.  Right from day one (after the dates were selected), we discussed resort options: restaurants, beaches, activities, excursions, pools, bars, discos and what was important, when did they open/close, how many were there, how often could we visit, how much extra did they cost etc.  I tend to want more night life and adventure, while Quinn prefers more rest and relaxation and we've proven time and time again that we can return home after our vacation completely satisfied.

Remember that when traveling with other people, a fair bit of comprise, consideration and acceptance goes into having two people share a space for any stretch of time, especially if you aren't pre-vacation friends. This advice is good for when you're traveling as a pair or in a group of 30.  They say 'three's company' and it's true.  The balance of this became evident once we were on vacation when there was always one of the three that would take an interest in doing what one of us were up to (great for companionship and/or great for alone time and eliminates safety concerns of some solo adventures).  We often did things in a little pack  (bonus).  One thing I'd recommend would be to spend time together, if possible, before you book your shared vacation (compatibility is more important than having many of the same interests).

So here we are, three single gals planning our first all inclusive Caribbean vacation.  Pumped!! Oh my dear Quinn!  Having experience with this type of thing, I pretty much drove her crazy (just like I did pre-Boston, but this time it seemed like we were venturing really far away and I was so curious of the unknown).  One thing that I found absolutely beneficial was the packing list she had sent me. What an ideal thing to use for the first time traveller (google search this:  packing list for Dominican or anywhere you're going to and that should get you started).

During the planning stages and definitely before departure, be sure to know the currency of the Country you're visiting (most prefer USD over CAD and some won't accept either of those, only their own).  Find out if there's any type of entry visa.  Make an appointment to get vaccines (protection against Hepatitis A and B and a tetanus shot are must haves) for any illnesses that are preventable. 

If all travellers aren't from the same household, talk about the things you're packing so that you're not packing double of things you could share. Bring along a few key phrases in the Native Language (Quinn gave us these on a little card that fit in our wallet, awesome). What about electrical outlets?  Check to see if you can charge your camera or curl your hair before you go.  Check the weather of your destination, you can plan accordingly thereafter.  Good, you're set! Well, almost.  Is there a departure tax to leave the airport of the Country you're visiting?  Find out if there is and how much, or you just might be stuck there.

After unpacking, repacking and weighing each suitcase over and over again, it was finally departure day!  I worked most of the day before heading to the airport.  Excitedly-anxious!? Or maybe, anxiously-excited?  Either will adequately create the picture for you of the three of us waiting in the check-in line this late afternoon.  Bags checked, seats selected, boarding passes in hand we then proceed, uninterrupted, through security...that much closer to Dominican.  :)

We sit. We wait.  Our boarding time approaches but boarding the plane doesn't happen.  A half hour goes by, still nothing.  We can see our plane. We're able to watch it from the windows and doors that haven't opened yet to let us on it.  How weird.  As we sit watching our plane, we can see them unloading it.  What!? 

Finally an announcement.  The room goes silent.  "Ladies and Gentleman..." OMG, while waiting for your pre-vacation flight at the airport, these are scary words.  A sigh of relief escapes everyone!  Okay, well they did not say the dreaded word "cancelled".  You're instantly happy you decided to start your vacation the second you finished work (what a waste of time if you hadn't lol), but you'd be happier if you were on a plane to your destination already.  However, when the announcement tells you that you're waiting for a plane to arrive from another location because the one that you're supposed to be on won't start, you tend to be happiest that you're seated where you are, safely inside the airport.  Yes, we'll gladly wait for a plane that works, thank you very much! :)

We boarded the CanJet plane only to discover that this aircraft was even larger than the last one I had experienced.  This baby had 3 seats per row and an endless aisle filled with 'vacation ready' Canadians (woot)!  And since there were three seats, this meant that the three of us could all sit in the same row! How perfect!  Roughly about 4 hours from the scheduled departure, we were flying down the United States coastline over the Atlantic Ocean.  This flight now offered us a beautiful midnight view of Boston, Long Island, New York / Manhattan, New Orleans, Florida etc.  What a nightscape, so many lights. 

Arrival time now 2:30 am and the very second you exit the plane you are smacked with the aroma of sweet, mouldy heat. It's so in your face, it's so therapeutic and it welcomes you to the Caribbean long before you hear anyone's voice doing the same.  "Ladies ... WE. ARE. HERE!"

We made our way through customs, found our luggage, met our bus and said adios (at least for 7 days) to the Puerto Plata Airport.  Kenya, was the name of the tour lady on our bus this morning.  She welcomed us, offered information about where we were, where we're going and how long before we'd be there (15 minutes to our resort from the airport).  Three absolutes:  (1)  DO NOT DRINK THE TAP WATER (2)  Don't go, do or buy anything, anywhere from anyone until after your orientation meeting tomorrow at 9 am (3) DON'T MISS YOUR ORIENTATION MEETING TOMORROW MORNING.  And then the bus stopped. "Occidental Grand" ... ahhh, that's us!!  OMG, we're here.  :)

...I'll stop here.
                    ... just before I get all people crazy on you (I fall in love with people, you'll see.  Always have and I hope, always will. OMG - so many wonderful people: the Newfie girls, the beach workers, the staff at the resort, the boys from Norway). 

I also need to tell you of the resort upgrade (with our fancy 'red bracelet' to the gated entry privado section.  With our private pool, order by menu restaurant and cerveza's served in the bottle to our door - VIP, yes yes yes).  The off-resort excursion, the disco bar called Mangue (home of the cages, drag-queens and the mouth throwing flames - crazy place), the most memorable statements "I've got maracas" "Monkey See - Monkey Do", and, and, and...  

There's so much to share with you!  "Looky, Looky for FREE" This is the title of the next blog post to follow and your invitation to join us in the Dominican! See you there (hopefully next week)!  ;)

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~ Holiday Heidi