The best things about traveling revolve around eating: trying new foods, sharing meals, and eating out, keeping in mind that calories don’t count on vacation.
During our stay in the Dominican Republic, we breakfasted together at the Villa Blanca Beach Club every morning. I was especially fond of their Chilaquiles.
After Kelly and I shared an early morning beach walk, she’d cool off with a swim, then join the rest of us for breakfast at the club.
There was usually a cat or two hanging around.
On more than one evening, we found ourselves at Enjoy Corales restaurant down the street.
Everything they served was delicious: pizza, pasta, Dominican dishes, seafood and salad.
Henry’s twin sister, Daisy, also attended The American School in Switzerland, so Bob has known them since he was fifteen.
Bob enjoyed a nice sole fillet with fries.
Ignoring the lettuce scare back home in the States, I often asked for salad. The raw vegetables always had that crisp, freshly-harvested texture, and I never got a hint of a bellyache.
Maya has a no-nonsense personality with a splash of spontaneity and a hint of wry humor.
It took a minute to choose a dish from the extensive menu unless you didn’t eat meat or fish. That made it easy for me—salad!—and then I’d turn into one of those people who yak at you while you’re trying to decide what to have.
What I love about the third world: signs that make no sense.
Me and Bob, Maya, Henry and Kelly, Nancy and Juan, and Daisy at (let me guess) table 31.
As a splurge one evening, we dined in style at the highly-rated Citrus.
A great smile starts inside, spreading to eyes and lips. Great smiles can be passed down from mother to daughter. From what I heard about Kelly’s mother, she is also golden inside and out. So that’s three generations of beautiful smiles, possibly more.
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