Best trip imaginable and long report
Where to start. Just returned from the DR after a week there. Flew AA airlines from Detroit-MIA-SDQ, Feb 25-March 4. First two days at Boca Chica and visited the capital. Best exchange rate was about 23.5 that I found. Took photo of Peter and Fleming at La Playa Vista and Jazzcom(Escott), Rob, etc they say hi. Now this is what I am going to say though it's no one's damn business. My previous trips to the DR I spent much time at Boca Chica for the beach and nightlife, and Santo Domingo for sightseeing. I have had a dozen or so women there and last May I met a woman who was a normal girl from San Jose who was living with her aunt and uncle in Santo Domingo because of a job where I met her. I liked her and worked her around other women in my 1st trip and after a few times of going out with her, I got what I wanted from her. Her name is Yesenia and because of running out of condoms and the spur of the moment had relations with her twice. She had my email and kept in contact with me. About a month later said she was pregnant and I blew her off and told her to leave me alone. Feb 8 she sent me an email saying our baby was born, Feb 6, and if I ever wanted to see him she left me an email with her mother's address and sent some photos by email. I was going to just try to forget it but for some reason I could tell Howie Jose was mine and set up paternity testing. I figured I would get the testing done and maybe send some money here and there, and see him at least for a day because there were more pretty women around and I couldn't stay burdened down. Thursday I met them at the Santo Domingo Metro Station. She was about 20 lbs heavier, and you know what got me, she had cut a pair of her pants in the back because she couldn't fit into any of her clothes anymore and hadn't bought any new clothes. The baby was adorable and we headed up to Santiago and did testing. A little over 100 pesos from SDQ to Santiago. First time heading up north and I loved the views of the scenery as we traveled and I held the little baby. Did the testing and was going to head back to stay in Santiago but for some reason I asked her if I could go with her. She said, yes but my mom's house is very poor, father is dead and she has two sisters. So we take a taxi to San Jose de las Matas and I saw some of the most wretched little shacks you can imagine. We arrive at her home and it is this cement block thing, with no running water but clean inside. From Santiago on that curvy road, about 2 miles from the road leading into San Jose is her home on the right. I met her mother, and two sisters and they were surprised to see me there but they welcomed me. I saw the baby's room he shared with his mother, not much for a baby at all. It was very sad and then they went to scrounge up something to cook for me. The food was very good and had flan for the first time. The next four or five run down houses and shacks were her family on her mother's side. They all came over and I said I was the baby's father because he looked exactly like me, it was like dejavu, seeing a little representation of yourself. Anyways I said we are going shopping and I went and bought a lot of clothes and accesories for the baby. I know you all are thinking I am being taken by a woman but when I bed a woman I know a virgin and she thought I really liked her because I was being so nice to her and taking her out and she thought I was cute and very nice. Of all the women I have had, I led her on to get what I wanted because she wouldn't put out, that is the kind of person I was. Anyways her mom insists we go out and a bunch of her cousins and I, go to the Igual bar in San Jose, it was packed and I danced Merengue and Bachata, not one tourist there. A must see place to go. San Jose is small city near Santiago. The more I am around Yesenia, the more I realize how much I missed her. So on Friday, she cries and says thank you for seeing your son and hopefully you will come back to see him and you don't have to see me. I told her way in advance I would just go there for the testing and leave the next day. I was holding little Howie and I said no, we go to Santo Domingo today. I am going to go the registrar office because that is where she was born and has to go to Santo Domingo. I am doing this without the results yet and she is surprised. So we go there, I sign for my son, Howie Jose (my last name) then hers and pay 50 pesos. I had to have a copy of my passport there. Then I want to go shopping so we go to the Acropolis and shop. We walk to La Sirena Super Murket store and I buy diapers, Dominican coffee, etc. I tell Yesenia I will support the baby because I know how the tests will turn out, I knew all along but having a baby wasn't part of my plans. I tell her, I want to spend the rest of my trip with her and the baby. I change his diaper and feed him his first bottle. I will post photos in a couple of days. She is very well respected in her area and her mom tells me it was a blow to her when she became pregnant because they were raised with good morals. Anyways we go to the Carnival on Saturday. Children were dressed in costumes and those that were poor were wearing newspapers. I got hit twice by little kids swinging those things(can't remember the name). We go to a nice restaurant there, called Tropi Caribe. Sunday we travel by scooter, her driving and me riding to her favorite spots and I swim in a river a few miles of town called "La Ventana" I don't know if that is the real name but it is cool and lovely. In this area there are so many run down shacks and poverty but the people are so genuine and giving. It makes you realize what real humanity is like. These are the people in the Dominican Republic most tourists never get to know. Anyways, I bathe with heated water, eat meager yet delicious home cooked meals, and am treated with genuine warmth. Growing up on a farm, I even insisted on milking the two cows and trying to fix a crack in the wall and I never thought I would stay 4nights in a place without running water and with a questionable roof. The test came back and the baby is mine. I knew it and I have to leave Tuesday, but because I really wanted to party I flew into SDQ instead of Santiago in the first place. I insist on Yesenia and little Howito as they call him, to spend a day together by ourselves. We stay my last full night in Boca Chica because my plane leaves Tues afternoon, and I show Peter and Fleming, Yesenia and the baby. Yesenia and the baby sit under an umbrella as I watch them Tuesday morning. Finally we go to the airport where I tell the taxi to drop me off and take Yesenia and the baby to the Metro Station. I give each one a last hug and kiss, Yesenia is crying, and you know what, I am not ashamed to say I had tears in my eyes as well. Why else would I be up so late, thinking about my life. San Jose is not a town for your normal tourists who enjoy the beach and AI's, but the people are priceless. I know how much people post negatively about Dominican women and relationships, and I shared the views at times, blaze away, but Yesenia and I have a lot to discuss.
dale7(Howard, and a better person today and happy)
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