The Boy returned from the D.R. last evening. He'd spent a week there, at Club Med Punta Cana, with his Daddy-O. He was filled tales of snorkeling sightings, and soccer showdowns, and tennis matches, doubles no less. They went to Santo Domingo for a day. “Dad always weasels in a Spanish-speaking city,” The Boy observed. They’ve been to Ecuador and Mexico. The Boy and I have been to Costa Rica and Oaxaca. You see, the Boy prefers a Spanish-speaking beach or a Spanish-speaking rainforest to a Spanish-speaking city.
The Boy gave Club Med Punta Cana 4.5 stars out of five. He took off a half point because of all the topless bathers. He claims they were everywhere.
As for all inclusive resorts, I prefer something a little more cerebral, with a naturalist on staff, that kind of thing.
Now that I’m through with graduate school, we are talking about where we want to go next. At long last.
Here’s an interesting sweeps, a trip to Kenya, to visit the Lipton Tea Estates in Kericho. And go on a safari.
To enter, click HERE. It’s a daily. It closes September 7.