Tag Archives: Dominican Republic

It took me 34 hours to Photoshop out all the junk peddlers from this photo . . . and another 54 to Photoshop out Megan's Caribbean braids.

10/365 – Playa Taco Grande

Playa Taco Grande Remember The Buckle?  Come on!  I know you probably still shop there if you live near any ancient mall in the midwest or New Jersey.  The BUCKLE!  A popular clothing store in the early 90s.  I’m using popular in the sense that […]

Wanna wrestle?  HORSE wrestle!

9/365 – Horses! Poverty! Fun!

HORSES!  POVERTY!  FUN! I wouldn’t say I’m a horse person.  I rode them frequently when I was a kid.  I became somewhat cautious of them when my brother Chris came home screaming when one bit him in the neck.  Dated a “horse girl” in college […]

For some, this is a nightmare.  For me, awesome.

7/365 – White Slavery

WHITE SLAVERY 8:30am . . . ish.  Megan and I sit in an old 1990s Subaru 4WD, SUV.  Our driver, Felix; owner and operator of a local tourism adventure company . . . snorkeling, scuba, fishing, jeep tours . . . Megan describes him as […]

Rafael and Carlos!

5/365 – Honeymoon!

HONEYMOON! We did it.  We’re in the Dominican Republic on our Honeymoon (sponsored by Groupon).  After bring picked up late by a limo service (does a BMW SUV count as a limo?) that smelled like poopy diapers (does a poopy BMW SUV count as a […]

Everyone looks like this in the Caribbean, right?

4/365 – Travel Advisory

  TRAVEL ADVISORY Today, Megan and I got in our first married couple fight.  In wouldn’t even call it a fight – I mean I just fell down some stairs . . . really . . . <sniffle> . . . she loves me, I […]