The sights were so different to me when I left the harsh, cold Canadian winter for the tropics. We sat on the patio to watch this unique task. A man was cutting down coconuts – and as I watched the dangling rope he climbed up and cloth holding him up – I wondered what our labor laws would demand for this job. He then chopped them open by our patio Then smiling handed us a coconut to drink the juice.
The people in the Dominican Republic were so friendly and nice.