|Chilling at Heather's (from left to right): Zenia, Keeton, Heather|
A round of coffee drinks were ordered including mocha frapucinos and we discussed life in the DR, and talked about relationships. A volunteer named Phil arrived and rounds of beer and mojitos began to flow. Day turned to night and house music started blaring from a speaker somewhere. Though tested in my resolve not to drink, I found it quite easy to enjoy myself sober given the company.
After a cab to Heather's place we ventured out for fried chicken and karaoke, the latter of which was quite the scene. About a block of the main drag in Heather's neighborhood was astir with people milling loosely about the focal point of a some lyrics projected against the wall of a colmado (general store). On both sides of the road, people sat in green plastic patio chairs, watching as patrons belted balladas into the night air.
|Phil and Sabrina hang out at Heather's place|
Heather's admirer, a drunken thirty-something named Horse with slicked-back hair and a shirt that read "Soy Dewarista" acosted the poor woman, fawning over her and pawing her with such dogged persistence that we felt a need to stall while she got rid of him to keep him from following us home.