There was a little nook on the side of the rocks that had thousands of the most pristine shells in various shades of orange. I´m sad that I can´t bring more back home to give to people, but, it was quite the sight.
At night, we wanted to see the church that was in front of our hotel that looked like a barn, and happened to walk in when the service was starting. We were given introductions by the pastor, sang some gospel songs, and listened to a sermon on what appeared to be human rights and the Dominican constitution. I think I would like to go to more Spanish services when I get back to the states.
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