It took about a month, but we finally drove up to the famed Silver Coast and stayed at the lovely Puerta Plata Village. As you can tell from the pictures, the ultimate frisbee was obviously as ultimate as you get and the evenings were quite exciting, too. You are unable to see me in the bottom picture, but when the owners of the resort saw me dancing in the disco the night before, they begged me to suit up and join the locals for some meregue in front of all the resort goers for the big Saturday night party. In other hot dancing news, there was a local guy at the disco on Friday night who enjoyed dry humping everyone's leg, including that of my friend Tim who selfishly "gave up the body" and went in to rescue his female colleagues who had had enough Dominican rubbing for one night. Tim is still not quite sure what happened.
School is going well, but is still an insane amount of work in spite of the small classes because of added responisibilities and the seemingly permanent state of adjustment. Tonight is our first open house night and the projected parent attendance for high school is about 30% (imagine 13-18 students per class and you get some idea...).
I have finally written a couple of poems in honor of our monthly Poetry Club Meeting (drinking endless PRESIDENTE at corner "grocery store" called a Colmado):
Circularity
Denizens of a foreign land
eaters of mangu and mophongo
waking every morning with sweat and thirst
to teach the upper class
the meaning of hard work
and academic toil in order to ensure
that they remain:
the upper class.
Dominican Beer Haiku
This green bottle is
my new never-ending joy
All hail: PRESIDENTE
Mark out.
