(I really took that picture. Really. An amateur!)Our final get-together before our medical mission trip to the DR occurred last night. Final logistical ramblings: getting 1000 pounds of medical equipment down there, having to buy all of our drugs and bring them this time around, where we'll be staying, etc.
The hotel we're staying at in Barahona is different from last year. This year we'll be at a "prettier" spot on the coast, with basically the entire hotel for the 32 of us. Phone service is nil. Um, what? Cell phones won't work where we are and the land line in the hotel office does not work for international calls. Hope nothing awful happens in the states because it will be a circus to get a hold of one of us. Comically, more important than the phone situation, the group wanted to make sure the new hotel will be able to handle and supply us with our vast Presidente beer habit. Nothing beats returning from the mobile clinics all dusty and dirty and sweaty than downing an ice cold Presidente beer or six.
Sadly, some faces will not be making a return trip this go 'round. They will be missed, especially at our late night pow-wows after everybody else has gone to bed. One of their replacements unfortunately has a history of "suck" so that doesn't bode too well for me. However, fraternity brother Duke will be making the trip with me this year, so all will be well. All will be more than well in fact.
Duke and Flash in the Dominican? Watch out. At customs entering the country. we may be over the limit in our declaration of "sarcasm".
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