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Disclaimer:  The Original travel journal entry is written in italics. Addenda and clarified thoughts are written in regular print.

I so love the sound of birdsong in the morning. Back home, I often wake to the sound of birds singing, and enjoy their serenades whilst I walk to work. I think I’m ready to go home. I miss my own birds and of course E² (my cats, Elliot and Eleanor). I hope they have been good for Shannon and that Amy can spend some time with them. I can’t wait to snuggle with them though I’m sure they will make me pay for daring to leave them!

Breakfast was to go – juice box and grilled ham and cheese

Today is our free day – meaning no work. Honestly I would rather go home.

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I changed my mind. I’m glad we stayed. We drove to a beautiful beach that seems isolated and is simply gorgeous. I swam in the Caribbean Ocean for about 25 minutes then walked along the stunning shore. I’m now sipping a Pina colada that is served in a hollowed out pineapple! I really need to up my drinks and use pineapples as a vessel.

I love standing at the base of a tree and looking up. Palm trees at the beach.
One view of the beach. It was simply lovely.
Andy C, Fiona, Tyler and Aiden swam to the island. However, they weren’t able to climb up to it because of the jagged rocks surrounding it. While they swam to it, Aurelie, Nikki, Anderson and I enjoyed splashing in the ocean. It was amazing
The view looking the other way down the beach. It was so beautiful and peaceful. There wasn’t any loud noises or tomfoolery, just people enjoying God’s creation. I especially liked the large piece of driftwood that had washed up.
A view of the huts and palm trees from the shore.
A kite shop on the beach.
I really liked this crooked palm tree.
The palm trees created some lovely shade on the beach.
No lifeguard on duty.
A Pina Colada served in a hollowed out pineapple!
My view whilst sipping on a Pina Colada under the shade of palm trees on a beautiful beach.

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I’m currently swinging under a huge tree in a lagoon park. We had lunch here (it was OK – nothing special or new) then went swimming in a lagoon. This place is unimaginably beautiful and is a park like setting. There are so many beautiful plants and flowers, including my beautiful bougainvillea. I’m rather upset with myself because I didn’t realise my camera battery was low, otherwise I’d have charged it. It died at the beach earlier today and I’m upset because this place is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been to. I’ll try my best to describe it.

First of all, I have no idea where we are in the Dominican Republic. But this place, Laguna Dudu, is off the beaten path. I don’t know if there is several different lagoons (there must be) or one main one with off shoots from a river that might have dried up. But it’s not beachy- it’s more like being in a forest with a park in the middle of it. One the campus are several huts scattered about for picnics or just to get out of the sun. There are several swinging areas like the one I’m at as well as hammocks. There is even a small soccer field (kid size). There’s several caves and even an underground lake, at least according to the tour guide that just walked by.

I swam in the larger, deeper lagoon then Aurelie and I went to a smaller more intimate shallow lagoon. It was breathtaking. Aurelie was catching tiny tiny fish and I just enjoyed the solitude. But it didn’t last because eventually a large group came down and lit up and cracked open beers and the tranquility was no more.

I’m being asked to wrap things up so more later. Seriously, I could have stayed all day at the lagoon. It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen.

We regrouped at the hotel then headed back out. This time we’re going to a food truck park. Is was very cool and I managed to take some photos after charging my battery a bit. I had the Dominican Republic version of poutine, which was great.

I’m exhausted so off to bed. Oh! Amy sent me photos of E²! I miss them!

Amy sent me this photo of Eleanor
And here’s Elliot. I love how he’s like, ‘Woman, come home!’
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