My last post in this series involves packing suitcases, flying home through Atlanta and recovering from landing after midnight. The packing went quickly; the drop-off at the airport was a breeze; check-in and security went smoothly; the flights were basically bump-less and comfortable thanks to a couple of upgrades; customs and immigration benefitted from Global Entry; my brother-in-law picked me up at the Omaha airport; and I waited more-or-less patiently for Meredith to drive up from Lincoln on Monday and take me home. A painless way to end a wonderful trip.
Here are some memories from that final day.
I’ve described a Dominican breakfast and an American breakfast in my last few posts. This was what Miquea and I ate after I told him just to grab something convenient. So, we had a desayuno de colmado (a quick-shop breakfast): saltines, coffee, juice and cheese. Tasty but likely a dietician’s nightmare.
Lots of gorgeous scenery in the DR. On most days, all you need to do is look up.
Dominicans love their baseball. The parkway leading to the Santo Domingo airport has been named after Sammy Sosa, legendary home run hitter for the Chicago Cubs. Incidentally, the Spanish word for home run is jonron; remember that a “j” in Spanish is pronounced like an “h” in English. I like this word.
Agents working for Delta Airlines take Mothers Day seriously. This sign greeted me as I checked-in for my flights.
And now I am home in Lincoln, Nebraska, reflecting on a impactful and positive trip to work with Dominican colleagues. Our team came away most impressed by the flexibility of administrators that allowed us to work directly with students in classrooms. We shared interactive lessons that allowed young people to communicate, deliberate and take action. Great stuff!
I am back in the DR in mid-September. The team returns in December. After this past visit, we can’t wait to get back. Expect regular updates on educational goings-on in the Dominican diocese between now and September.