What an odd feeling it is to be kicking snow off of the bottom of your boots one moment, and merely 7 hours later be brushing sand from your toes. In the deep of a prairie winter I tend to forget that there is any other situation, the cold and grey is all encompassing. But, for 7 sweet, salty days we broke free of winters shackles and hopped a flight to Cabarete in the Dominican Republic. The D.R. is a country on the island of Hispaniola in the Caribbean sea. My in-laws (as I have mentioned) have been spending winters there for years in the laid back wind and kite surfing town of Cabarete, which lies about a half hour drive north of one of the DR's main cities, Puerto Plata. This was our third visit, and I think the best to date.
One of the things we love about Cabarete beach is how long it is. You can walk and walk, experiencing the beauty of the waves and watching colourful kites swooping through the sky. The sand is very nice and the ocean is shallow for a good distance out. I will mention that the surf is a bit rough for little kids in this area (great for sport though). We had to watch Eve very carefully. She did a pretty major flip and tumble when an unexpectedly large wave rolled in and was much more wary of running straight out after that. We had a pretty good laugh at her expense. The shock on her face was priceless. This would never happen at home on our placid lake beaches. Luke on the other hand enjoyed the beach infinitely more than he had when he was here last. I was impossible to keep him dry.
There are quite a few posts coming about this trip. If you know me, you won't be at all surprised by how much adventure we packed into such a short time. Monkeys, lagoons, cenotes, zip lines, jumping 25 feet off a waterfall, a glass bottom boat, nightlife and a short strange trip to the ER. It was a real adventure. We came home exhausted and slept the entire next day.