Those going on this day trip from Santo Domingo to Sanoa Island start at the Pizzerelli Pizza Palace at six forty five in the morning.
There is no one on the street this morning when I walk to our assigned pick up point, but, at the pizza place, there are five of us who are met by Isidro of Colonial Tours. He checks our receipts and we follow him down stone steps, out of the Colonial Zone, where we load onto our tour bus transport. We pick up more passengers in Boca Chica, along the way, and are full by the time we all get to a little town where we board several boats and motor out to Sanoa Beach.
Santo Domingo is, I have found, away from the best beaches of the Dominican Republic. The real sand and surf activities are on the north shore of the island and at Punta Cana,
The Colonial Tour is a good tour. We pass through countryside with sugar cane fields as far as the eye can see. Bayimbe is a cute little town being discovered and developed by foreigners and Sanoa Beach is clean and secure for all travelers even if locals walk the beach selling jewelry and local crafts like you have seen everywhere already.
On our sail back to the mainland, where we board our tour bus again to return to Santo Domingo, there is dancing on our catamaran, too much booze, but very happy passengers.
It is dark when I get home, a twelve hour trip for sixty five bucks, a value when you add all the pieces. I never see these places without wondering about sailors marooned, Robinson Crusoe, and pirate treasure buried by the foot of palm trees, marked by an X on the map, deep in an old chest under an old overcoat that has been in storms around Cape Horn.
A trip to the Dominican Republic isn’t complete without getting sand between your toes.
This day reminds me of the Stone Island junket in Mazatlan, Polo and Juanito, and splitting coconuts before lunch.
After each trip, new moments join old moments on a big quilt in my mind’s gallery.
This moment can stand on its own, but, it seems to pick up depth and velocity when it is not the only moment on the quilt and softly takes its place with the others.
Comparing moments might bring wisdom, but it is best done with a pina colada in one hand and a barbecue wing in the other.