MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS
Dinner at an Italian Restaurant in Cabarete, Dominican Republic
Last year at this time I was in the Dominican Republic with two of my brothers and one of my sisters. I wish I had gone again this year. Instead I sit here, frozen and longing for the Pina Colada I had there, made with off the tree, fresh pineapple. Mmmm.
Dinner at the Russian Resort, Dominican Republic
In one little shop in Cabarete I met an interesting young girl. She sold unique jewelry and leather purses. The shop was called Los hermanos Gift Shop. Then I noticed a book – Sanky Panky Pirate. When I asked it turned out she writes young-adult books. She goes by the pen-name KuroKoneko Kamen. It was very interesting to talk to her. She is originally from the States and moved to the Dominican to enjoy the weather all year round. Good luck Bella Cara Sophia on both your delightful shop and your writing.
The day we went shopping for our grandchildren we discovered a whole new Cabarete. Again my brother’s wonderful Real-Estate lady told us where to go. Between the main highway shops and stores are little pathways – filled with shops of all sorts. They all lead to the beach filled with bars and restaurants. It was an exciting discovery, so much fun and so different.
My brother, who travels all over the world all the time, wasn’t interested in shopping so he sat and waited in the most unique, funniest pub – Jose O’Shay’s Irish Pub. They had money and licence plates from all over the world hanging above the huge square bar, including Canadian Tire money. It was so funny.
In the ocean the waters are loaded with kite surfers. There is even a beach called Kite Beach.
A few miles on the other side of the Villa – is a beautiful little town – Cabarete. When driving through on the highway it is cleaner than Sosua and the road (highway) is wider. The same ‘specialty’ shops are available (pharmacy to garages) but there is no large grocery store. We noticed there are some nice restaurants along the highways. We went to one our second night out. It was along the ocean and the food was excellent – Italian. Who doesn’t like Italian food.
One time we stopped in a gas station for water. I watched the guy ahead of me as the clerk carefully wrapped his four beer bottles with napkins. I tried to ask why but no one seemed to understand me. When my brother came I realized I should have said serviettes, not napkins. It turns out it’s so you don’t hurt your fingers when you twist the cap off. Talk about service.