Sipping on my cup of coffee that first morning on my balcony overlooking the green mountains of Coamo, the crisp mountain air in my face. I shuddered a little and wrapped the sweater around my body tighter. I looked down at the heated pool below. Yes, I will be spending most of my time in there. I tried to grasp that I was still in Puerto Rico, that this was still the Caribbean and I pinched myself. No, I wasn’t dreaming. I was really at Milly’s in Aibonto.
My itinerary while in Nevis was jam-packed with fun and educational activities but none appealed to my inner adventure junkie more than a hike to the 6 waterfalls of Nevis Peak.
Today marks almost a week that I am back home, having visited a country I knew very little about initially, before I stepped foot out of the aircraft that landed at Las Americas Airport in Santo Domingo on August 14th. The 10 days I spent driving around the Dominican Republic’s busy and mostly chaotic highways, I got to see a lot of ugly but also some gorgeous parts of what I came to learn is a very diverse island.
I wasn’t quite sure where to start and what to write about first. My experiences were so many and I even learned a thing or two about myself on this particular trip. So I’ve decided to start with one of the most magical days in the DR. The day I finally hiked up to a waterfall.