Over break, I had another seminal Dominican moment. We stayed near the beach up on an overlooking mountain. It was only a 15 or 20 minute drive to get up the mountain from the beach, and it was breathtaking. It was twisty enough that my mom and I arrived up or down very carsick, but it was gorgeous. You could see the ocean from every room of the house, long stretches of ocean and the coastline. The first morning we woke up in our beach house, we discovered that a large chunk of our loaf of bread had been eaten through the bag and that a banana had been gnawed through. We asked people about it and they said, oh, well there's rats that live in the banana leaf roof. So you have to put all your food in the metal storage closet outside overnight.
And we were like, oh, right! Naturally! Just what we were expecting from a luxury property!
The bedrooms had concrete rooms, so as long as we didn't come out of the room overnight we were fine and had no sightings, but it wasn't exactly a cozy thought.
It was amazing, it was beautiful, it was sketchy. It was so D. R.