Good Friday. Semana Santa in the Dominican Republic. Back in NYC, when purchasing my ticket to Georgia I was told by a female Dominican that today most things are taboo. Dancing and the eating of meat. Liquid libations began soon after breakfast.
Last night, two of Rich’s cousins arrived from the capital, one with a wife in tow. Last night I didn’t sleep too well; one of the cousins slept in the room with me. He tossed and turned throughout the night, which in turn caused me to toss and turn.This morning the maid is under the impression that I am interested in her; have plans to take her back to NYC. Of course, this would happen when hell freezes over. On the way home from LuPrisma on the scooter with Samuel, we stopped to talk to a rather unpleasant looking/sounding female. Sam offered her to me as a potential mate. Once again, she is not one I’d export to NYC.
Last night, it was also brought to my attention that Rich supposedly has a prime, beautiful cousin that lives in the capital. Today, Sam (jokingly, I thought, I think) told me that he’s picked out someone for me as well. We’ll have to see about that.
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