My last three days here in the DR were wonderful. A bit of a different pace — much slower than the steady diet of meetings over the course of the Convencion and the DDG Board sessions.
I’m late with this posting and don’t want to delay it any further. So I will let the photos from these three days tell the rest of the story.
Yes, Virginia, there is a St. Valentine’s Day in the Dominican Republic, celebrated on February 14th, although a bit differently than in the US of A. It’s called “El Dia de San Valentin” at religious events; the public holiday is “El Dia de Amor y Amistad” (the Day of Love and Friendship). Here’s a vendor selling balloons near the El Conde walkway — a common way to celebrate the day is by giving a friend or loved one a balloon. Chocolate is good. Flowers not so much.
The top foto captures The Natural in action — Melvina leading a discussion of El Dia de Amor y Amistad with preschoolers. Next comes the newly finished artwork on the outer walls of El Centro de Milagros Holguin Hernandez in Jalonga. Third is recess at the Centro (OK, not really, but the school seems to believe that no ground should go to waste). Finally, an event that I don’t entirely understand, happening along the roadway from Jalonga to San Pedro de Macoris. Melvina tells me it’s a funeral march (and she should know); the police presence suggests a political connection to me; at the least, it was a sight along a main highway in late morning.
Two very different pictures from my last day (Friday) in the DR. Above is an inspirational poster that greets students, parents and visitors to Colegio San Andres (the message: The Dominican Republic: It’s a Land that keeps a great treasure). Below is a photo of a photo op that illustrates the importance of the Quinceaneara celebration in America Latina. The young woman poses on the hood of a tourist “train” while a team of photographers check for light and distance. Clearly not a trivial celebration for a Dominican family.
I am now home, running a bit late with my posts, but otherwise feeling very good about my time in the DR. I did have another “unscheduled vacation” at my expense (in Philadelphia this time) when a flight was canceled and American Airlines insisted they had no reason to reimburse me. I bear the airline no ill will, my brothers and sisters in Christ. And, if you believe that, I have another one for you: I am tall and have long, wavy hair.
I return to the DR in May. Till next time. Bendiciones y Gracias . . .