Our next wedding of the season required the use of a passport. I traveled down to the Dominican Republic to see my friend from graduate school, Monica, get married to Peter. Several of us went a few days early to enjoy the sun and relax.
The adventure started out a touch rough, as I almost wasn't allowed in the country.....
I was travelling alone. And sometimes I can be a bad traveler. TB had to stay behind and work, so I was going at this adventure by myself. The flight into the DR was smooth and even on time. As everyone deplaned, we were herded to a line where they checked our passports and then we were told to go see the cashier. The cashier? It seems that you have to pay to enter the DR. Not a huge deal, right. It was only $10.
Slight problem. In my rush to pack and get ready for this trip, I completely forgot to go to the ATM. And I didn't think the cashier took AMEX. I started frantically looking around the straw hut airport for an ATM. None in sight. As it's my turn to pay, I start digging in my purse for any pennies that may have gone astray. The cashier starts to look impatiently at me and all I can do is stare back in panic....... Awkward silence.
Luckily, there was a very nice gentleman in line ahead of me that must have recognized my panic and offered to pay my entry. I had to accept, or I would still be standing in line in the DR.
Aside from the small hiccup, the week was a blast and a gorgeous wedding to boot!
Me, Liz, Amanda and the Bride (Monica)
Here I am posing with TB. See - I even take pictures with him when he's not there.
There were very large bugs in the DR.......
The ceremony spot
Time to tie the knot! Notice her veil tied in a knot. It was out of control in the wind.