He's Matteson: A patient guy with a kind demeanor, adaptable to any environment and friendly with all ages. Sounds like a newspaper ad - he's not for sale. A mama's boy, we'll see how he will fair with two months in the Dominican Republic.
* We are the "us", crossing our fingers we are still best friends by the end of this.
The following are our favorite observations of Las Samanas:
E: There are bikes everywhere. Motoconchos. Motorbikes. There are kids driving them, and teens, women with small children. Babies riding them, men holding large ladders, sometimes tool boxes, gasoline tanks, whatever you can imagine. There are also stray dogs everywhere. I'd like to take them home with me, but Jose and Matteson have agreed Casa Paz is a pet-free zone - plus they probably have fleas.
The empanadas here are bigger than any I've seen before, and they are DElicious.
Some of the students are teenagers and in 3rd grade, while others are 8 years old and can read and write. One little girl even knows Spanish, and she's much better than her classmates. The grades aren't associated with ages, but learning levels. Some kids don't start school in kindergarten, even though the Public School provides kindergarten classes. Others start, stop for a year or so, and start again. And others quit after 3rd or 4th or 5th grade. Some are eager to learn, and others couldn't care less. I haven't found a general consensus for the community.
M: Everyone is smiling, everyone is nice and says hello. The children here play in the streets and dodge the speeding motoconchos. They're smart kids - street smart. It seems none are directly watched all the time, but everyone looks after all the kids, no matter who they belong to. And they earn independence early.
The women are beautiful, and its dangerous how old the young ones look.
Everyone is shorter than me. I swear I'm the tallest on the island. Maybe I could play professional basketball...
The kids love me. They don't care if I can understand them or not. I'm getting better with the language, but it still gives me a headache when they don't understand me, or they understand but don't listen.
The following are our favorite observations of Las Samanas:
E: There are bikes everywhere. Motoconchos. Motorbikes. There are kids driving them, and teens, women with small children. Babies riding them, men holding large ladders, sometimes tool boxes, gasoline tanks, whatever you can imagine. There are also stray dogs everywhere. I'd like to take them home with me, but Jose and Matteson have agreed Casa Paz is a pet-free zone - plus they probably have fleas.
The empanadas here are bigger than any I've seen before, and they are DElicious.
Some of the students are teenagers and in 3rd grade, while others are 8 years old and can read and write. One little girl even knows Spanish, and she's much better than her classmates. The grades aren't associated with ages, but learning levels. Some kids don't start school in kindergarten, even though the Public School provides kindergarten classes. Others start, stop for a year or so, and start again. And others quit after 3rd or 4th or 5th grade. Some are eager to learn, and others couldn't care less. I haven't found a general consensus for the community.
M: Everyone is smiling, everyone is nice and says hello. The children here play in the streets and dodge the speeding motoconchos. They're smart kids - street smart. It seems none are directly watched all the time, but everyone looks after all the kids, no matter who they belong to. And they earn independence early.
The women are beautiful, and its dangerous how old the young ones look.
Everyone is shorter than me. I swear I'm the tallest on the island. Maybe I could play professional basketball...
The kids love me. They don't care if I can understand them or not. I'm getting better with the language, but it still gives me a headache when they don't understand me, or they understand but don't listen.
