Our next wedding of the season required the use of a passport. I traveled down to the Dominican Republic to see my friend from graduate school, Monica, get married to Peter. Several of us went a few days early to enjoy the sun and relax.
The adventure started out a touch rough, as I almost wasn't allowed in the country.....
I was travelling alone. And sometimes I can be a bad traveler. TB had to stay behind and work, so I was going at this adventure by myself. The flight into the DR was smooth and even on time. As everyone deplaned, we were herded to a line where they checked our passports and then we were told to go see the cashier. The cashier? It seems that you have to pay to enter the DR. Not a huge deal, right. It was only $10.
Slight problem. In my rush to pack and get ready for this trip, I completely forgot to go to the ATM. And I didn't think the cashier took AMEX. I started frantically looking around the straw hut airport for an ATM. None in sight. As it's my turn to pay, I start digging in my purse for any pennies that may have gone astray. The cashier starts to look impatiently at me and all I can do is stare back in panic....... Awkward silence.
Luckily, there was a very nice gentleman in line ahead of me that must have recognized my panic and offered to pay my entry. I had to accept, or I would still be standing in line in the DR.
Aside from the small hiccup, the week was a blast and a gorgeous wedding to boot!
Me, Liz, Amanda and the Bride (Monica)
Here I am posing with TB. See - I even take pictures with him when he's not there.
Don't ask.
There were very large bugs in the DR.......
The ceremony spot
The girls
Time to tie the knot! Notice her veil tied in a knot. It was out of control in the wind.
The Colombian Love Dance
The "cake topper" :)
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