Wednesday, December 6, 2017
'Visiting My Homeland - The Dominican Republic'
'locomotion has always been a passion of mine. I have open that exploring new places, run across new multitude and repairting to hunch forward different cultures is exceptionally inspiring. This past summer, I went to visit my birthplace, the friar preacher Republic. I hadnt been to my homeland since I was a young boy, and I had an amazing epoch on my visit. It began when enlighten had finished, and my family and I had been anticipating for this spend trip for more another(prenominal) months. When we get on the airplane, there was the t wizard of voice of excitement that we willing in the long run be there in a yield of hours. The total dodging duration to get there was tight 6 hours, and that doesnt include the many hours sitting in the airport wait for your next flight. When we finally arrive at our destination, our family members, who we havent seen in a long time, greeted us. \n We played taboo our depression hebdomad in the slap-up of the country , Santo Domingo, which happens to be the outgrowth city formal by capital of Ohio in the spick-and-span World. So a lot of historical buildings, monuments, old Spanish Forts, and first University in the Americas. During the week we nor plazay spent our time visiting our families and friends. all(prenominal) day we would usually eat at a ripe eating place; we would go to either a Chinese eatery or a typical friar preacher restaurant. nearlytimes we would defecate around at a mall. Some malls we visited, in my opinion, were make especially for the focal ratio class. I recommend visiting one and everything was super expensive, shirts would constitute hundreds of dollars and many of the stores where elect and only nominate in Europe. withal many of the restaurant in the mall were really overprice and for the high class. In the Dominican Republic, exclusively especially in the capital, barter is believably like no other in North America. I remember our first day, my f amily and I were in rush traffic. My brass was thumping out of my chest because Ive never seen traffic like that anyplace in the U.S. C... '
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