Sleeping soundly at 3 am with visions of jelly beans in my head (I don’t have any jelly beans but a can at least dream of them). I hear yelling outside. I ignore it. Then more yelling. So I rise from my bed to see what was the matter. I peek out the window. *Important […]
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Views From My Balcony – The Strike (Huelga)
I really had no idea what it meant when there was a strike (in Spanish it is Huelga) in Dominican Republic. I didn’t really pay attention when the neighbors and Mamita told me about the strike and she was not going to open the Galeria until she saw what was going on that day. I […]
