I’m going to be completely honest with everyone and confess that my current adventures were almost by mistake. I’m not going to make myself look posh because this trip isn’t like other trips you’ve read about on this website. This trip started with me in a complete crisis.
A few months ago I lost control. I was getting very sloppy at work, eating everything in sight, and I didn’t want to interact with anyone. I didn’t exactly know what was making me so unhappy. Could it be office boredom? Or was it that I tired of being single in NYC? Maybe I was disillusioned with a few plans that didn’t turn out? I was disengaged and needed a breath of fresh air. I couldn’t let my situation go on much longer because being sad doesn’t go with my personality at all.
I quit my job, gave away my apartment, and bought a ticket to see the one person that could make me feel better; my Mom. Yup! This journey started with me running away from the city to clear my head and hang out with my best friend.
I left Santo Domingo when I was 6 years old. I never lost my “Dominican-ness” because all the while in NYC I spoke Spanish at home and my parents made sure visited the island from time to time, but the fact was that I had never lived there as an adult. It was something that had to happen in order for me to appreciate my country on another level. And just like that my Mom came through with the plan that has changed my life. Our first stop, the Colonial section!
Photography by Ruddy Harootian