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The Dominican Republic

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Ahhhh, the Dominican Republic…

On my return of Prague, a small stopover in Lyon was of setting for a family festival and firmly anchored in our civilization Judéo-Chrétienne (and not Judéo-maçonnique as would say Jean-Marie… Romain, if you read me, you will include/understand; -)), of course, Christmas.

Nonglad to find all in family to celebrate the arrival of all, the return of the frerot, the arrival of the foie gras, the opening of oysters and the unpacking of the gifts, ah and also, the birth of the small-Jesus… (Small-Jesus of the alive crib which did not stop howling during the midnight mass and which was small-Jésute…)

That is to say. We had eaten, planes well drunk well, planes the well tended skin of the belly, thank you Baby Jesus (still there that one!!! Definitely…)

The event at It That this year, was the LARGE Christmas present!!! My Dad and my Mom (those of the bottom of the room with the camera. Not, not the bald person, the beautiful man and his slim wife. Yes, it is them.), decided, for their 25 years of marriage (beautiful performance nowadays!), to invite their children (four, all the same!) with a small escapade large forwarding direction the Dominican Republic!!

But a forwarding like that, it is before a whole headache, especially when one is six to take part.

Already, it was necessary to decide on date… With a girl in IUT, parents who work, two girls with the college and a boy expatriate in Ireland, the dates did not hustle themselves, and the end of December seemed… most expensive, but seemed the best solution and the pause which everyone would need at this time there.

Then the destination comes. Consensus obtained with six, soleil mer baignade. In December, the destinations gathering all these criteria are not currency (remove Bali, Thaiti and all the toutim, my Dad did not gain with the Lotto). We then moved naturally towards the Dominican Republic.

One has already quite advanced in our headache, not? In fact, not really! The headache is truly at the time hinge. I.e., between the departure of the residence, and the arrival with the Hotel…

How to make return six people and their luggage for one week in one 307… What to make car during this week? Did you think of the ticket cherished? And indentity cards? Did somebody take the Europe-US adapter? Constancy stops singing! Who took the sun lotion? Do Marie, you have your tongs? Did Pierre, you look at Mappy to reach the airport?

In short, it is the departure, and it is often the brothel (afflicted, I did not find of another word). Of course, I exaggerate a tantinet here, because I have a very organized and conscientious Mom. I believe that my Dad blesses the sky every day, so much it has a good sense of the organization (I quote: “Oula, that I know anything of it, you know it is your mother who directs all”). (Sorry to be long, but I have really full with things to tell on this escapade!)

We arrived at the airport of Roissy Charles de Gaulle (via the services of the Dubois Carpark, which kept the car during the weekand which, in addition, offers services of a great quality while being very sympatic), after having made the tail 45min in the bad file, having recorded our luggage, then a good Mac Do on the inch, we discovered, and redécouvert for some, which Constance (my last little sister) is of stressed nature!!! Our small Constancy, during the 2 hours of waiting for the loading, tergiversated if we will have or not the plane knowing that we had to be distant to the maximum of 150m door from loading during all this waiting. To hear it, we would have better done to come the day before and to sleep in the airport (I did it for Prague, I was not hot heat to start again…).

Finally, we found ourselves all sat in beautiful Airbus A330 of company XL Airways (unknown to the battalion), and Constancy slackened. Surprised, the plane took one hour of delay on takeoff… (perhaps XL Airways is not other than an Air France of nonstrikers, but there it is about bad spirit of my share… ; -)) Second surprised, it was 15:00 and one serves our dinner to us as of completedtakeoff! “It is necessary to put per hour country of destination” which they said… Good, Ben me which intended to distract my semi-way with the dinner, it is missed! And there, 11:00 of flight… …. …. Benjamin Gates and the order of Templiers……… Of the old men Mc Gyver to soil… …… pfff, it is long….

Good, that is there one is there! One is in Punta Cana, “Ola chicas “. Palm trees, 25°C, wind, airport in the shape of large straw hut with large ventilators. They is good, one arrived well at the good place, it is not Stockholm.

One is made embraquer in a bus which takes us along in one hour to the hotel. And there, after 16 hours of transport and approximately 7 hours of waiting, it is the extase! One is accomodated with great smiles, a small cocktail and superb continuations!

One saw all of night while arriving, but one was already impressed. The morning, that was superb. , You imagine awake one December 28, large sun outside, small déj at will (with fresh fruit juice…) and in panta-court. It is a treat!

We settled for a small week of idleness. Nothing to make, with share to regale themselves, slacken, and go to seek a small cocktail with the bar…

Our first day was one day of discovery. We learned how the hotel functioned, one missed the briefing but one quickly included/understood nevertheless. First thing to be included/understood, the towel which the hotel lends is not used for sêcher… Not, not! It is a very useful tool to hold sun baths and paillottes on the beach… The evening on the basis of the beach, or the morning very early, its straw hut should be held, if not more nothing, and you are in full sun, ready to be roast like a lobster! (that roast the lobster??) Although we found the principle completely weak and underhand, we were well obliged to adapt us and reserve our straw hut like everyone. Thus if you did not have a straw hut during your stay in Sirenis Hôtel Tropical Continuation, it is surely of our fault, you have the comments for you défouler… This day was also the discovery of the cocktails!!! All the chart should well have been tested, to set a cocktail of predilection! And well, my choice was made on Banana-mama (juice of banana, syrup of grenadine, coconut liquor, rum), with its batch of galçons, on a deckchair, vis-a-vis the ocean, believe me, that is worth his heavy peanuts…

Good year, badly year, we led our usual journey in this extremely hostile environment to any form of work and another mental activity. (the arrow Sudoku level 2 and words level 1-2 being limit imposed by the framing body). One can say, that we showed an extreme adaptability on the rhythm of life, which required concession on concessions. “To make a pause of maximum 1 hour between each cocktail, 45 minutes between each bathe. ”,” To put sun lotion the morning and to renew the application so necessary” (I am not the author, I quote a highly intellectual text found on the back of a bottle…).

We passed our midnight supper 5:00 later that you, dear French compatriots with a superb dresser, seafood quite fresh, fresh fruits, smiling people around and especially all in family. We did not have the symphony of the 57 SMS received in triple at midnight to say “happy new year”. We did not type the north wind with 43 people which one knows hardly the first name. We did not have heavy an evening which says that it is the New Year's Day with 23:56 because is to HIM atthe France Inter time (if there is well a trick of which one insane frankly…). We did not have the new resolutions with 3 pennies which one says and explains soaked to his neighbor, soaked as much… But we did not miss that… We passed a simple midnight supper, in family AND in Dominican Republic, it was brilliant.

Wednesday, it is not all the small urchin but me I want to see another thing that the beach and the hotel by here! That's no problem, Marie and Maman had the good idea to speak and negotiate with Grain of Beaut' (one known its first name forever, but it then has a beauty spot in the middle of the face Marie baptized it like that…). Then we obtained a handsome price to visit the Saona Island located at the south of the country.

The Saona Island is presented by all like the destination not being missed in Dominican Republic. We went there. We saw what it was. And it is true, it is unavoidable. It is paradisiac. It is splendid. As the island of either does not present any architectural characteristic, or history (to my knowledge at least), I leave you here some photographs which speak about they-even and which are available in larger quantity in the section photographs of the blog (accessible above).

The Island Saona, it was really well. That as has allowed us to see the Dominican Republic of another day as that of the hotel, which, one suspected it well, is only of the powder to the eyes Hollywood way. The Dominican Republic is not rich, and that is seen. The roads are in a bad condition, unemployment seems quite present so much one sees people to wander on the roads or in the streets and the dwellings are not always reluisantes. But, the Dominican ones are cordial, pleasant people and very very smiling. Although the country became a true camp of tourists, the Dominican ones accomodate you always gentillement and cordially, it is a very great quality for many people who come on holiday to slacken.

We would have liked to see Saint-Domingue, but our week was not extensible… (unfortunately). As said it my Dad: “that will be for the next time!”.

And well, with all that one arrived well quickly at the end of the week, since our timetable (wait until I look at; beach, beach, restaurant, dresser, beach, kayak, cocktail, beach, restaurant, beach, beach) were well taken!

Small final note, our island of reception was put in Bern for our departure day before since it was raining cats and dogs all the day… We were likely to recover our last day, with a large sun, at the edge of the swimming pool, benefitting from the last banana-mamas.

To summarize, the Dominican Republic that was with:

• Dad: I could test full with various cocktails with my Dad, to say several times “it is where you see that the guy, they are strong”, to taste the vitamins on the catamaran…
• Mom: I could begin again full of banana juice the morning, to bring back some often to my Mom, it to see dead of laughing to make fun of Marie pétant the figure in swimming pool with two cocktails, to benefit from the beautiful haircut that it had made me.
• Marie: I could papoter with it, to show him with the arrow words that “city” with D dumb at the beginning, that does not exist, outward journey in this glaucous nightclub in the hotel (I would never remake it)
• Camille: I could see that it is a truth small-large AND fashion (good, one makes exception of the hat of pirate of the catamaran), that your character is far from being of pig, though, all is good in the pig, and outward journey in this limps glaucous (still… like what, it was really null this limps)
• Constancy: I could see that my partner of barrack room was slackened much in a hotel with the sun than in an airport in Paris, than it has a tchatche higher than the mienne with his old, than the banana-mama sin alcohol has a fan.

It is the end of this ticket. You it will have included/understood the Dominican Republic, it is brilliant, especially in family.

They was not the summer camps but super holidays, thank you Papa, thank you Maman.

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