Last weekend I spent my days down in the DR in the tropical sunshine, warm weather, basking in the island breeze. These days, the DR has become my favorite weekend getaway. (1) the weather is always great, and it is a perfect escape from the currently cold Atlanta weather (2) it is a hop, skip, and a jump across the ocean, and you can be there in under 4 hours [fact: it takes me longer to fly home to Arizona than the Dominican!] (3) I get to eat endless amounts of tuna and steak [85% of their beef is produced on the island and it is bomb.com] and drink endless amounts of rosé (4) I can get a tan in the middle of winter (5) you’re on island time and anything goes; including flowy dresses and air dried wavy hair (6) last, but most certainly not least, it is where my main squeeze currently lives, so it gives me an opportunity to see him.
I spent my long fourth of July weekend in the Dominican Republic. I left the humid, soggy, Atlanta weather Thursday morning, and arrived in the humid, sunny, weather of Santo Domingo three hours later [I am always surprised that it is such a quick flight down there!]. After an hour and a half car ride along the ocean, endless crazy drivers that don’t seem to have any road rules, driving over potholes the size of craters, two cow crossings, and a pit stop at the local JUMBO [grocery store], we arrived at our destination- Casa de Campo. Much of the weekend revolved around sitting at the beach and reading [the water is so clear, blue and warm] or laying in a cabana by the hotel pool sipping white wine and napping. I was so proud of myself for not getting a sunburn [something I am highly known for]. In the afternoon, after we would “tire” of the heat [it was 92 degrees both days], we would take a drive in our golf cart to the marina or up to Altos de Chavon [one of the most beautiful views in the tropics]. We went out to dinner each night, but I found it extremely hard [and rather frustrating] for my hair to hold a curl from the humidity and whipping around in the cart. Needless to say, every night at dinner it felt like we had the restaurant all to ourselves. (1) Dominicans eat much later than we do (7:30 vs 10:00+) and (2) it is off season. One night we ate on the beach, and it was by far the most beautiful setting I’ve ever experienced.
It was so memorable, fun, relaxing, and perfect in every way. I digress… I could ramble on forever about this weekend – I’ll spare you and leave you with a few of my favorite photos from the weekend.
Tomorrow morning I hop on a plane and head to the Dominican Republic. That means today I will be packing and making last minute outfit changes. I am quite proud of myself, because I have decided to carry on, which means that I can’t have any last minute “these wedges would be great also” moments. When I pack lightly [a skill that my mountaineering dad drilled into me] I find it easiest to pack one color palette. That way you really only need two sets of shoes- a pair of wedges/heels and a pair of flats/sandals- and you can mix and match outfits and accessories based on your mood/needs/weather. For this trip I have decided on reds and beiges. Seems simple and tropical enough. And if I get an awful sunburnt [something I am prone to doing] I will just blend right in with my dress. That being said, I have packed a travel size bottle of sunscreen and aloe.
Once all the packing and flying is over with, we will be driving from Santo Domingo to La Romana, where our beach paradise is located. What’s on the itinerary? Nothing. Moseying between the beach and hotel pool [which by the way is stunning, check out a photo here], eating with the summer breeze blowing in, and late dinners by the moon lit ocean. The end.