During the biologically astounding tour of the mangrove national park, Bruner and Bruner continued their tradition of usurping their children’s friendships by adopting the local young guides.
This was immediately followed by a rollicking ferry cross…and two of the gringitas losing their beans over the side. It was Sandlot without the fair lights on the bay for many a passenger, and poor Mom was endearingly green for some time after. But, as turned out to be the mantra for the journey, pa’ lante, pasame una Presidente!
Now, if any jealous readers decide to act on their sentiments, a strong recommendation goes to visiting Las Galeras on the Samaná peninsula. Quaint yet buggy accommodations provide the perfect setting for a weekend of wholesome fun. Three cheers for Montana!
Dominoes and dancing abound when young Mr. and Mrs. Bruner join the fray. Now bachata, merengue and capicua experts, the locals are still heard muttering “Pero aprendieron rápido…!”
Santo Domingo, DR. Bruner, Bruner, Bruner and Bruner played their tourist cards for three days in the country’s capital city. Tours of the 600 year old colonial zone, standing outside Columbus’s brother’s house, gawking in the first cathedral of the western hemisphere, sipping beers in the hippy park, navigating the treacherous pits of the monastery ruins, downing 8 grandes while chatting with famous and loved Volunteer Browder, capped by a marathon, 10-hour shopping spree, they did it all. Nothing went undone (within reason) by the time the 4:47 a.m. taxi pulled from the hotel.
Nothing, except stepping neatly into wet concrete.
And thus the stage was set for the next phase of Bruner on Dominican action. It was onto Santiago for the youngsters in an adventure that included exhilarating waterfall jumping, free ride in a broken down Diahatsu, a close call with Cuban food, hot tour of the city via carro publico, KFC and almost amazing eggplant tacos.
After returning from their own weekend honeymoon in Las Galeras, The SS Bruner crew returned to the pueblito for a final night of dancing--class this time. We taught a few locals the jitterbug, two step, cotton eyed joe and the tootsie roll. Rock on, amigos.All in all, 3 amazingly entertaining and unforgettable weeks. Thanks for participating.
Loves, -b.
**Translations, in order of appearance.
Presidente = beer!
Two big Presidentes, please.
I like this shit.
Little white ladies
Onward, pass me a Presidente!
Bachata and merengue = local dances
Capicua = killing blow in dominoes where the final piece can be played on either side of the game.
They sure learned fast!
carros = form of public transportation, these little beaters have set routes that, if one is unaware of the trajectory, can take you way off track.
