Note the 'teapot' on the table next to the hammock.
Here is my buddy Luna, who was usually hanging around. The adoring expression has everything to do with beef jerky treats. She is still recovering from a horrible wound and is the latest in Edit's (owner) "I'm not going to adopt any more street dogs!" series.
The cottages are in a lovely garden setting and there are a few flowers that the donkeys don't eat.
Paco and Flora, the resident donkeys, are always willing to help you with your meals when you're sitting out at the picnic table.
I did venture out to shop for food (it's a good thing I like eggplant, which was pretty much all they had in the vegetable markets) and to read on the beach. I'm always impressed by the Dominicans' skill at adaptive reuse. Here, for example, is some creative pothole repair.
And here is a popular way to roast chicken. A big metal drum (not, I hope, an oil drum) is cut in half length-ways, fitted with hinges and a handle, then filled with coal and used to cook chicken.
The weather was unsettled, and though I did some lovely swimming in calm water, a recent storm had whipped up the surf by the time I got around to taking photos.
On my last day, I finally stirred and went out to see a famous waterfall in the area. This entailed getting a gua gua (licensed private bus service), which in this case was a pickup truck with benches lining the bed so you can cram ten or so people in the back. The road to the waterfall was steep and very muddy. Most people hire a horse/donkey/mule and a guide, and I did, too. The waterfall was lovely, but the best part was the ride up through the forest.
That's it for this winter. I'm already planning my trip back next year.
