This is it, my most appreciated memory of the trip.
Everyone mushed together on that bus, "Turismo"
Hauling luggage, Americans & Domincans we barely
knew. But most importantly, the CRLS Delegation.
Forever linked. The first delegation to ever visit, to
ever step foot on DR. That is the connection we have
Santi behind the camera, the rest infront of it, who
knows where Paolo is, and thats how it was. They will
forever be in my heart, in some crater, some
untouchable vessel.
I love these people, we grew up together in a matter of
12 days. I learned so much about eternal friendship,
about people who come and go, and people who make
the most impact on your life.
I saw tears erupt from the faces of boys who seemed stronger
than any skyscraper to ever stand. I saw relationships blossom
between two unlikely people. I saw mishap, I forgot nights and hours.
I played dominoes with spanish speaking natives who had nothing but the love in
their souls to give. I saw Haiti, I saw poverty. I smelled cigars, danced in the rain
watched the stars with a bottle of Presidente beside me. I slept with lizards,
I slept in a presidential suite. I slept on a plane. Cried on a plane,
took a massive shit on a plane. I watched a lion and a flower have a puking contest.
I went to Catholic School & met girls who werent so innocent.
I rode a motorcycle, I rode a mule. I did cartwheels in a Disco, I danced
merengue and bachata. I learned how to "ttss" for peoples attention.
I drank coca cola for breakfast. I took a shower with my best friends.
I swam in a river, and went hiking with Dominicans.
For 12 days, I learned what its like to live in pure bliss.
