A long weekend in the Dominican Republic brings me to country number 15.
The Dominican Republic is country number fifteen for me. Deb had to work, and I did a little work too, but mostly I was free to enjoy the sun and the sea and the sand.
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Punta Cana Beach
We don't live in the Caribbean, remind me why.
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Moon Palace Pool
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Footprints
The Moon Palace resort was lovely (in a big “cruise ship on land” sort of way), and this is not a criticism, just an observation, but clearly there are no OSHA inspectors in the Dominican Republic.
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OSHA? What's that?
Or maybe there are no personal injury lawyers, I don't know. The tripping hazard in our room was not the only structural feature that made me do a double take.
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