Bienvenido a Santo Domingo!

Dominican street art on El Conde

For our spring break we decided to head down to the Caribbean to explore the oldest Western settlement in the New World and visit a missionary friend of Lori’s who was teaching English in the Dominican Republic. It was the first time in the Caribbean for both of us and the DR did not disappoint. It had everything we were looking for, a good balance of cross-cultural experience and fun in the sun.

My plane ride was a bit long, but very pleasant. I left Seattle Friday night, got four hours of sleep on a smooth B757 ride to JFK, then enjoyed another smooth 5 hour flight down the Atlantic coast, taking in the bright turquoise waters surrounding the Bahamas and Turks and Caicos before touching down at Las Américas International Airport shortly after noon Saturday (4 hour time change from PST).

Over the next 7 days we planned to visit Santo Domingo, the DR’s capital in the south, Jarabacoa, a mountain town in the central part of the country near Pico Duarte, the Dominican Republic’s highest peak at 10,164 ft., and the Samaná Peninsula in the Northeast.

The taxi ride from the airport to the Zona Colonial where we were staying cost 40 USD (the price was in US dollars), a seemingly non-negotiable price listed on an official looking sheet. Lori tried her best to get us a deal utilizing her impeccable Spanish to no avail. Our first stop in the capital was Hostal Dominico Mundial, our home for the next few nights.

Our hostel for the first few nights (Hostal Dominico Muncial), pink building on the left on Av. Duarte

Lori had called ahead to make reservations, but of course the lady working at the front desk had no record of our reservation. Luckily, we had printed out a copy of the information that Lori had typed and the lady treated it like an official document. Our room was basic and clean, through a small gate in the courtyard and up some stairs. It had a balcony with a few chairs that overlooked the simple courtyard, a TV, fridge and fan (that didn’t work). The bathroom was detached, down the stairs, but private as we had the only key. The room was typically 25 USD per night, but the management dropped 5 bucks off the price due to the hassle (You have noticed by now that the DR isn’t exactly what you would call a shoe-string travel destination).

Hostal Dominico Mundial courtyard

 

Lori on our balcony overlooking the hostel courtyard

We left the hostel to walk around for a bit and get our bearings. We were surprised at the lack of people and activity in general on a Saturday afternoon and attributed to the unseasonably cold weather. Our suspicions were confirmed when we returned to the capital the following Saturday to find the sun shining and the city bustling.

Above is the Chapel of the Third Dominican Order at the end of Av. Duarte–the only colonial structure in Santo Domingo to reach the present fully intact (1729).

Relatively empty street in the Zona Colonial

But for now we were hungry and very few places were open. We found a quiet eatery with a nice walled in courtyard, ordered ceviche and two El Presidente cervezas (the official drink of the DR) and whiled away the next 15 minutes until the rains came.

Even in the rain, the old colonial district is an agreeable and charming place to amble, as many of the outdoor cafes have large umbrellas and people (mostly in the evening) still eat, drink and wander around.

We spent the evening running from awning to overhang in the pouring rain searching for restaurants recommended by our Lonely Planet guide that were actually open. The one we had planned to go to was closed for a private party, and others weren’t exactly what we were looking for.

The building across the street from the hostel…not really sure what it is–another church perhaps?

We eventually settled on a place off the Parque Colón with excellent comida typica (local food) and good prices. The experience was tainted a bit by the pouring rain and our overly attentive waiter and his friend who lingered behind us the entire time we dined. It may have remained an uncomfortable situation if the Cuba Libres Lori and I ordered hadn’t been as strong and the rain (actually music speaker crackle that we had mistaken for rain) hadn’t been as loud. All in all, a very pleasant first day.

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