Punta Cana

I am officially the worst blogger ever. So I haven't blogged in forever so I'll try and update.

I recently went on spring break to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic and it was muoy fantastico!! Seriously I loved every minute of it!

We arrived on a Tuesday at the Punta Cana airport and the building itself was so gimmicky - I loved it! It looked like a giant tiki hut. Then we boarded a bus to the Riu Taino and began our Dominican adventure. Ten of us were vacationing together and surprisingly we all survived the trip.

Our hotel was really cute, our rooms, or love bungalos as we referred to them were four to a building with a cute little balcony/terrace attached to each one. Katie and I shared a room together - I mean we worked out as roomates in Europe why not the DR. Then we trecked over to the beach and just took in the beauty of the island. It was probably 85 degrees and so beautifully sunny...palm trees lined the shoreline and the sand was so smooth on our feet. The beach was covered in blue lounge chairs, and on those chairs were a lot of leathery and often topless Europeans. I got myself a pina colada and began to relax for the first time in months. We silently agreed there would be no talk of May 18th and beyond. The future was not part of this trip.

Around six we met with Adam our Polish travel rep and he gave us the low-down. Don't drink the tap water, stay in groups, don't leave the resort unless it's part of a trip, etc. Then we ate for the first time in hours at the buffet which was so-so. We headed back to the rooms and I made a rum and coke - and what a surprise! I normally don't drink rum because of how it affects me, but this was delicioso! It tasted like no other rum I'd ever had before. After a few of those we went to check out the Caribean Street on the resort. There was a little night time fiesta with dancing - older Europeans dancing with younger Dominican men. I swear we were in our own version of Dirty Dancing...Dominican Style. It was like that scene where all the dance instructors twirl the old Jewish people around the dance floor and it just all looks so awkward. Well we got pulled in too, especially since two of my friends are very pretty twins - they were a hit! All of a sudden the dancing turns into a connected circle, which becomes a chain and we start dance-walking down the street. I'm separated from the girls by a few staff members and have no idea where they are leading us, and they will not release the grip on our hands! Next thing I know we've been literally dragged to Pacha, the discotheque on the resort. So much fun! The staff members whipped out some local dances and then just started dancing with us all night. Dancer Elias became our new friend. But it got late, and were mucho exchausted from the plane, the sun and the fabulous dancing. Dominican people are excellent dancers.