Running With Scissors.(Formerly HippoRastaPotamus): The Dominican Diaries, Conclusion.

DAY 7 MONDAY 18 SEPTEMBER:

My poor bathingsuit just disintigrated(it is at least 15 years old, maybe even older) and now it's indecent at the top and ripped all the way down to the skirt down to the bottom layer but luckily I brought shorts and a T-shirt I can wear in the water instead! I'll have to buy a new one later.You can easily tell the Americans here as well because they're so loud (esp. compared to everyone else)and today's my Last Supper (like Jesus!) as I leave for the airport at 6:30 (when they serve dinner) tomorrow so I miss dinner so what I'll do is just pack extra from lunch to save for later for dinner. They're so cheap on the flight now as well you even have to pay for soft drinks; only tea and coffee is complimentary now, neither of which I drink. What a crock! I remember back in the 80's you got an entire meal incl. sometimes even 2-3 meals for the long-haul flights! My flight leaves at 10 pm too so I won't be home until 5 am or so and I'll be sooo exhausted and will just grab Buddy and flop right into bed! I'll be going to bed when I normally wake up!

Check out is at Noon as well so normally I'd have to just hang around and wait over 6 hours but luckily they said for an extra 50 USD I can stay an extra 5 hours until 5 pm with the A/C and have my siesta so it's worth it, and I found a treasure in the sea as well: I stepped on something thinking it was a shell so I dove under to retrieve it and it was a big gold and diamond earring! One of the workers also saw me dining alone and offered to sit with me so I wouldn't be alone which I thought was nice but I enjoy the solitude and every day I say to myself Another day of being fat and ugly! too but I really should be nicer to myself; I wouldn't say that to a stranger and call them fat and ugly; it's mean and I should be nicer to myself ,too,and I wonder if that's how other people still see me,too( and even if they do they still don't say it to my face)or instead something more like The old lady with the short hair and the Rolling Stones shirt?

When I see people I like to observe but I try NOT to judge( unless they're slutty,ha,ha, I hate sluts) and it's hard too being my age and my body being(and feeling) almost 60 but my mind is still a teenager! I also notice (with no anxiety) here I've been able to grow my fingernails a bit and haven't been biting or picking them and I saw someone in a bikini and I knew she'd had a cesarian at one point because I saw and recognized the scar, and I also saw a demonstration(I didn't purposely attend but I was sitting by the pool when they had it) on how to make this drink called Sex On The Beach (no joke! That's what it's really called!) with ice, vodka, orange juice, peach liquer, and something called grenadine that was a pretty red colour. I miss Buddy so much too I can't wait to hold and cuddle him and I bet he'll just melt into my arms and not leave my side for days and I really don't miss anyone else(they stress me out and why I had to leave)but I'm sure they never missed me,either, so it's the same.

I also saw a guy who looks like Obama but seriously doubt he'd be working at a resort in the DR and I found out that a female amigo is an amiga!

DAY 8 TUESDAY 19 SEPTEMBER:

Back to the shithole! I like flying at night,too, seeing the pretty city lights during take-off and landing, reminding me of Christmas lights and I'll miss the beach and the palm trees the most, and an American from Kentucky asked how I can float so effortlessly on top of the water and said he always sinks and a pretty girl with beautiful beaded cornrow braids said she can't swim,either, and it surprised me; I can swim and a beautiful girl like that can't, and I don't mean to sound racist or anything but I get the impression that alot of Black people don't swim for some reason, and I love floating on my back and just letting go and hearing my heart beating, and seeing couples frolicking in the water I've always wanted that,too, except my hubby hates water and can't swim.

It's the people from Quebec who always "hog" up and "reserve" the beach chairs as well( Quebec people are known for being rude and low-class, and really bad drivers,too) but there's lots of them and I always get there early enough I never had a problem, and the salon lady and my fave. waitress (who said I'm a "good person") also hugged me goodbye and it was the only physical human contact I've had in years and the airport bus was late picking us up as well but the good is less time to wait around at the airport (only an hour before boarding) and I was so hot and sweaty from the heat I was sweating like a pig my hair was wet and sweat was dripping down my face I must have looked suspicious and nervous like a smuggler because passing thru security I got pulled aside and frisked! HA! I also saw that same law student at the airport on the way back that I saw on the way there,too!

Before they let us board and pass thru the "tunnel" thingy from the airport to the plane they also had everyone line up with our carry-on placed on the floor in front of us and the guy brought the drug-sniffing dog back and forth(the first time I've ever had to do this in all my travels and 38 countries) luckily we all passed and there were no delays and we all boarded no problem and we had a medical emergency on board as well( also the first time I've ever had that in my hundreds of flights!) where they announced if there was a doctor, nurse, or paramedic on board; a lady had fainted, about 45 minutes before landing and we had to wait awhile upon landing before everyone got off as medical personal had to board first.I was sitting in the front of the plane though so I was one of the first to leave anyway.We also had to take a shuttle bus to a different part of the airport but at least it brought us right to customs which is normally a long walk. It was quite the adventure!

I didn't get home until 5 am and I was so tired I felt like it must feel to be drunk, staggering around and upon arrival for customs you had to scan your passport at this electronic kiosk thing (you used to just fill out forms before on the plane-much easier)and of course I had no idea how to scan it and needed an employee to help me and it asked "yes" and "no" questions but when I'd touch the answer on the screen it wouldn't work-it figures- and it was so frustrating! Technology is NOT my friend! I also think I must "jinx" electronics somehow. Buddy was waiting for me asleep at the front door and my hubby snarked he was "so annoying the whole time barking and whining" missing me they 'wanted to throw him out" etc.(they have ZERO compassion!) and he wouldn't sleep in any bed except that had my scent, and when he saw me he couldn't believe it and kept wagging his tail, shaking and trembling, his heart was racing, and he slept glued right next to me all night. He also peed on the carpet today I guess as 'revenge" for me leaving him but I pretended I didn't notice because that's what compassion and love is.

My hubby never even bothered to water my plants for me when I was away,either, like I asked him to, and I mean, how "hard" is that,really? He also left the laundry and garbage for me when I got back,too, more work for me to do,and was even going to leave the barf Buddy did( likely from stress) on the carpet for me too but it was too gross so the 16 YR old ended up cleaning it afterall, and ever since the flight I keep coughing as well; maybe a blood clot in my legs from sitting that moved to my lungs, perhaps? I also found out the fruit that grows along the beach shore is called sea grapes and I never "craved" or felt any kind of "withdrawl" from weed the week I was gone without it,either, so I'm not addicted; it's just like any other medication, and there's a hole at the side of one my beloved checkered shoes as well I'll see if I can fix rather than replace as I have so many memories of them; they've travelled the world with me and if they could write a book it would be titled, The Adventures Of The Checkered Shoes or The Checkered Shoes That Walked Across The World.