vendredi 12 décembre 2014

Dominican Republic: In Which Mexico and I Get Totally Embarrassed

In June of this year, I celebrated my 28th birthday in the Dominican Republic. I hate the beach, but there was a wedding to attend and I had to go. I absolutely loved it, and I can't wait to be back.

The property we stayed at was the RIU Palace Punta Cana. It was flawless! The food was delicious, the beach was 2 seconds away, and the service was top notch. It was such a beautiful place. If I was rich and lived in DR, my house would totally look like this.

Yes, it was hot and humid. However, this wasn't a problem because 1) this is an all-inclusive resort and 2) the AC was on full blast. I had all the Diet Cokes and water I desired. Even the room service was free. I literally wanted to stay forever. Who flies to paradise to stay cooped up in their room, though? That type of behavior is usually reserved for Paris (more on that later!) Eventually I had to venture outside. 

Isn't it absolutely sickening?! This is where I spent most of my time, so I'm not going to bother y'all with the same pictures over and over. Two notable things happened on one particular day, though. 

First, in case you forgot, this trip was right in the middle of the best event ever: THE WORLD CUP! My sister and I went to a tiny bar and crowded around a fuzzy TV to watch. There was a group of jersey clad Mexicans to join us, but we were surrounded by many more Oranje dudes. Like, what are y'all doing in the Caribbean? Mexico played the Netherlands and we were totally feeling ourselves, wallowing in smug joy at the grim faces of the other patrons in the bar. Jokes on us, though, cause this was the match where Mexico lost (#nofuepenal). Man!

The second event was that I turned 28. I was having dinner with my sister, stuffing my face as usual, when I heard people start to sing Happy Birthday. I was going to comment to my sister that someone had the same birthday as I did when I looked up at her. She was staring at me with wide eyes and trying to contain her laughter. Suddenly, I noticed that the voices were getting closer. 

Oh. Hell. No. 

A random man sitting at the table next to us found out it was my birthday. He called the waiter over and requested a cake and then had the entire restaurant sing Happy Birthday to your girl! It was the sweetest, most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. 

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