The Sound of Morning

The sound of 6:30 filled the air much too soon this morning. Motorcycles were already roaring down the road past the base, bird calls laced the cool air with a harsh melody, the rooster on top of the neighboring hill gave just one of his many terrifying cries (think of a dying animal giving birth, you´ve got it), and all 3 showers began the steady drum that doesn´t cease until all 9 girls are ready for the 7:00 breakfast. All of that mixed with the beeping of my watch alarm welcomed me to the official first day of the Jarabacoa DTS.

We have hot water, but no pressure (thank you gas heater!). We have great coffee, but no real milk. There´s real toilets, but don´t you dare flush the toilet paper! The bugs will eat you alive, but the food´s amazing. We are 15 minutes from town, but the view is gorgeous...I wake up next to a fog covered mountain every morning.

(The photo is one of my first glimpses of my home country from the sky. I