Dominoes

I have been adopted! There is a group of old senors who sit along the pier in Samana all day every day, play dominoes, and drink Bohemias. One evening I was walking past and said my usual “Buenos Senors” when one called out. Soon enough I was sitting in among these old men; the men who had seen the road through their town be built, the men who had witnessed the developments as the “white man” came to bask in the “Bonita de la Republic de Dominicana”.

And so I found myself on a Friday night in the D.R. slamming down domino pieces as I tried my best to understand their rapid fire Spanish banter. “Lo siento senor pero es possible tu hables mas despasio porfavour!” was said more then a few times.