Guaguas

I crashed for a couple of hours that night and got up to ride to La Vega that morning. She had to run some kind of errand there and had figured out a ride she wouldn’t have to pay for. I hadn’t gotten up early enough to see the boys off to school, but apparently Smil had been upset—I think he got it into his head that he was going to have to stay there, and insisted that if they didn’t have beds at school, he was coming home and not going back. Doña and I talked about the cita in the capital and they dropped me off at a guagua station in La Vega. The guagua dropped me off at my hotel in Santiago—they cheapest place in town, cockroaches and all. I didn’t do much that day except walk around enough to get phone cards and food. Mostly I slept and worked on stuff online. The next day I got a taxi to take me to Caribe Tours and left my suitcases there so I wouldn’t have to take them to Puerto Plata. When I got to Puerto Plata there were a few hours of hanging around because the hotel listed in the manual was wrong—it fact if was closed—yay for the University of Iowa, once again. But after a lot of calling around I finally got Lily on the phone. She came to pick me up, thus beginning my summer program experience.