That picture is making me dizzy.
I HATE when people say the DR. Ok, I don’t really hate it, but it definitely annoys me. It’s the lazy way to say the Dominican Republic. Hence why I wrote DR in my title of my post. I’m lazy. And annoying.
Back to the point. Last week, I was in the Dominican Republic with a couple of my girlfriends, Laura and Kam. One day we woke up and decided to book a trip to somewhere tropical and it ended up being the Dominican Republic. I needed to get away. From the gym, from the cold, and from my computer. I didn’t look at my email once while I was in the Dominican, which was awesome….until I got back.
Anywho, let’s recap.
So we got to the airport around 5am which seemed super early since our flight was at 6:30am, but guess it wasn’t early enough because by the time we got to our gate, they were doing their final boarding. And when we tried to carry on our little bags, they said there was no more room in the overhead bins and we would have to check our bags. Not cool. I don’t really ever check a bag. Ever. And I have a sweet Dakine carry on bag that the wonderful boyfriend got me for Valentine’s day, so the thought of losing it frightens me. So once we checked our bags, got onto the airplane upset, and instantly noticed how there were NO BAGS IN THE OVERHEAD COMPARTMENT…I really freaked out. I was ready to cut a b*tch for lying to me. I just always hear the horror stories of people losing their bags and I didn’t want to be part of that statistic. So, to ease my worries, I drank. I’ve never drank on a flight before, but that doesn’t fly with Kam. Turns out, time goes by way faster when you drink on a plane. Especially if you have fun people around you that enjoy laughing as much as we do. Thankfully, we did. Those fun people even bought us drinks. That was probably the third time I’ve had a drink bought for me. That’s a lie. But still, it’s been a while.
So once we got to the airport, we were pleasantly surprised how cool the airport was. And how quickly Customs were. Their customs line went super fast and the workers were singing the entire time. Much different than our DIA airport in Colorado. And we got our luggage. Thank gosh.
Once we got to our hotel, Majestic Elegance, it took probably 20 minutes to find our room. The hotel was much bigger than expected. But we found our room, touched up our makeup, and got to work with eating and drinking. It had been a long day of travel so we were not only starving, but crazy excited. But being crazy excited in paradise usually leads to high sugared drinks. And high sugared drinks leads me to sickness. So the first night was rough for me. But I made it through and was welcomed by gorgeous sunshine and sand the next day.
Every day was pretty much the same. We would workout in the morning, usually doing 150 burpees and a 2-2.5 mile run on the beach. Then eat some breakfast, tan, lunch, tan, another workout, then go to dinner and some drinks. I spent my time on the beach reading a book to help me with my photography. And I LOVED it. I found it super interesting. So now, once I get the hang of this new camera and figure out light since I still don’t quite understand it, maybe my photography will get better! And you’ll like me more! Fingers crossed.
Back to the vacation. Workouts were awesome there. It’s so humid and hot that you sweat a crap ton and I’m not really used to that in CO. My shirts were be completely soaked after a workout. We even did a spinning class. I don’t know how people do that constantly, my ass hurt so bad. How do guys do that?? Where do you balls go?? So strange. Anywho, I loved the humidity for that reason. AND my skin was the best it’s been in 3 years because of the humidity. It didn’t hurt the entire time until I stepped foot back into the States. Damnit.
Ok, now really back to the vacation.
The food was awesome. The hotel had something like 7-8 restaurants and 10+ bars so we were never hungry or thirsty. The staff was incredibly friendly and helpful, so we always had something to do, some party to go to, or some show to see. Let’s look at some of the meals I ate in the Domincan. As you may tell, my diet lacked some vegetables last week.
I missed vegetables. Broccoli is really
The Dominican Republic taught me some things. Mostly what I need for my next beach vacation. Yep, I got another planned. This one is for a wedding. And it’s longer. So I’ll need lots of dresses and more swimsuits. And hats, lots of damn hats. Like fedoras. Judging from that vacation, those hats are real in. And I want to be part of the in crowd.
Wanna see some random pictures? Of course you do. Pictures are more fun than words. That’s why instagram is addicting.
And to top it off, I got a sweet new sunburn to show off to all my friends. Everyone was highly impressed at the gym. Especially when my burn peeled off doing power cleans. I’m a straight up mess.