It was pretty...
I mean, if you like blue skies, sun and sand.
The very first thing I did was accidentally clog the toilet. Apparently you don't throw toilet paper into the toilet in the Dominican Republic. Anyway, there is no photo of that. Back to blue skies.
Sometimes, though, we had to get away from all of that picturesqueness, so we played cards. (Not pictured: Pass the Pigs. Oh, yes we did.)
We drank rum and cokes on the beach... One day a man came up and sold us a coconut and we poured rum into the hole at the top and drank rummy coconut milk. Mmmmmm.
We went out to a nice dinner for my birthday. Jeff toasted me (he looks so grim because he just realized he can no longer say he is sleeping with a younger woman). He also wore this striped shirt and flip flops the whole time, which is unlike him, but essential for his transformation into Island Jeff. Everything is irie with Island Jeff.
We bought mangoes at the supermarket and ripened them in the sun...
I stared off into the ocean and contemplated things, like entering a new decade and also how to surreptitiously use other people's toilets since mine was out of order.
It was a great trip.