Yes it is really good to be back and I really value my family. I love them so much. My son and his girlfriend had cleared out my bedroom while I was away. Shanti, his girlfriend is a talentedartist and has given me some of her art for my bedroom. She bought me a lovely Easter egg. My son has great plans for my bedroom and the rest of the home. It is so much better. So,I very much appreciate being back. Nothing worse than being ill in a Strange country and I felt acute feelings of loneliness on this trip. Where everyone is a stranger and the people u are haring the journey with have nothing in common. Evenings spent in silence cos no one knew what to talk about aside from comments on the food. Every evenings entertainment same music as the previous night, Groundhog Day.
On way out before I got in the plane to New York City which was 8 hours, I had been singled out by us homeland security for a full search. I asked whether this was random and it wasn’t. Happened to my son in way home from Bahamas too. It is our foreign surname. Nation of xenophobes. So 8 hours to New York, then 4 hours flight to Santo Domingo and then another 4 hours transfer by car. Awful. The hotel thought the 73 year old gentleman who travelled with was my husband and gave us a room which they quickly changed. He had copd and was coughing and spluttering the whole way and kept laughing and nudging me on the plane. Ahhhhhgggg! And the woman who looked very serene was a right wing nazi in her thinking about survival of the fittest. I mean really. Could not have had worse company.
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