On average I went out to the bar about once a weekend over the summer. It was fabulous--especially once we broke off into smaller groups. It started out with us going to Entre Amigos our first Friday night because Richard was singing in a karaoke contest there. That was the night Leah ended up sleeping at my house. There was George's birthday, some excellent nights at Ama Sura's where I learned the art of being just nice enough to get guys to dance with me without getting myself into trouble, la confluencia one late night, and perhaps my favorite, Tourist Giselle's our last night in Jarabacoa. But the time we got to Tourist Giselle's I was able to do turns in bachata without losing step, and I was pretty proud of myself!
This is a much a
bridged version of my stories about going out at night. I journaled about some exciting stuff which I decided not enter here, so if you want to hear about that, just ask!
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