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Monthly Archive for: ‘March, 2012’

pre post-paradise depression.

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Everyone asks me if I’m excited to go home to Chicago. I’m not really excited to go home at all. I know this makes me sound like an asshole, but I could live on the beach drinking liquored coconuts for the rest of my life. There are, however, a ton of things that I will greatly miss about the Dominican …

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the real world: cabarete.

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I’ve been searching for a common theme for the random occurrences of the last week. I’ve thought about it for days, and I’ve given up. All of a sudden there were a bunch of new people in the house and around town, and shit started getting really weird. Each day I felt increasingly as if I were living an episode …

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saturday night gas station.

Prior to last weekend, activities that I’ve engaged in at a gas station were limited to filling up my gas tank and buying skittles. This list has now expanded to new horizons. My Dominican friend Jonathan lives in a town a few miles down the road from Cabarete. This town turns their gas station into a party on the weekends, …

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knife fights, chihuahuas, and sharks.

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For the last four days in Dominican Republic (Saturday – Tuesday), there was no wind. When one goes to a country specifically to engage in a sport that requires wind, and the wind ceases, one tends to find other ways to entertain oneself. Tanicus and I managed to find some other stuff to do. 1. We simulated a knife fight …

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head hurl.

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During my junior year of college, I lived and studied in the southern Spanish city of Seville. The Sevillanos, as Sevilla’s residents are called, really know how to live life properly. They eat lots of pork, drink lots of red wine, and have a penchant for flamenco, which involves a lot of clapping and stomping, two pastimes that virtually everyone …

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kiteboarding is hard.

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I’ve been in DR for about a week now. My main goal in coming here was to learn to kiteboard… in the water. I already kite on land (not very well) back in Chicago. I took my kite out for the first time on Tuesday. I don’t want to brag, but I’ve learned a thing or two over the past …

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the f**k-you face.

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The first time I traveled abroad completely independently, I was 18-years old. I arrived in Guatemala City, naïve and alone, an eternal optimist. Even the sketchiest of people would receive nothing but kindness from me… Most people in the world are good, right? Wrong. Being nice and smiling at every old pervy sketch-ball that passes by will get you nowhere. …

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mormons: who needs ‘em?

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I’ve been in Dominican Republic for three days now. I could tell you about all of the culture I’ve soaked up (none), the local history I’ve learned about (none), and the sightseeing I’ve done (none), but instead, I’ll just fill you in on the three best things I’ve experienced so far. 1. Our vaguely phallic-shaped pool implies that whoever designed …

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island arrival.

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My morning started off pleasantly. I woke up slowly, and I lackadaisically watched last night’s episode of Colbert. I was feeling particularly good about having left Chan Wook, my beloved DaeWoo, with my friend in the suburbs, where he would receive the best care appropriate for a tattered car with driver-side collision damage. Then it hit me. Holy shitballs, I’m …

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no money, college debt, and a boyfriend… but I wanna travel.

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teach abroad in japan or korea, short-term or long-term. When I first moved abroad I had about $1,000 in the bank. For some reason, that did not seem like a problem at the time; complete lack of money didn’t deter me from hopping on a plane to explore the world, and it shouldn’t stop you either. Any able-bodied, reasonably intelligent …

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