Personal playground of Moses Mehraban.
We landed in Punta Cana with sand already between our toes.
At least in our mind.
Our mini-van waited. Eleven seats. Eight of us. Math that worked.
We headed for Las Terrenas. The Lopez clan - Uncle Elijah, Tia Zaviyth, little Leo - alongside us for the journey.
Eleven days lay ahead.
Eleven days to forget emails (except I couldn't escape the few work calls).
Eleven days to remember what matters.
We drove that mini-van everywhere.
Many beaches to explore each day but we kept going back to our favorite.
That's how you know you've found something good.
When you keep returning.
The BBQs at home became our favourite joint. Garlic rice steaming. Persian-style tomatoes charring on the grill for every meal.
Simple food. Better than any restaurant.
Then there was Empanadas Y Mas :(
The place we couldn't find open.
Island time isn't something you read on a watch.
Their inconsistent hours became our running joke. "Today?" we'd ask. The answer was always tomorrow.
That's the thing about the Dominican.
It teaches you that island time ticks different.
Eleven days.
Gone too fast.
Like all the best things.
Thank you Lord, for the trip of a lifetime.
