Dominican style

My husband and I went to the airport to pick up some friends that came from Germany to visit the big apple.

One thing that we’ve learned during these past three years is that visitors enter the country with light weight luggage and small suitcases; but leave it with overweighted bags and lots of small stuffs hanging from every possible place.
Most importantly, they wear a lot of clothes on them: to make the travel weight of their baggages more efficient. It doesn’t matter if it’s 30°C degrees outside; they wear jackets and coats like its winter.

Our surprise came when at the arrival of our friends, we realized they had four bags and all of them were really heavy. They hadn’t even started the shopping spree yet, but they were already doomed for overweight charges.
We tried to get everything in our car, but our efforts were futile and we ended up all crammed inside like in a sardine can.

Dominican style!

That’s how we referred to the situation, being that in my husband’s home country, the public transportation is performed by these small, crappy, old cars, that carry five people (minimum), and you have to force yourself inside and pray to god the door will close and you’ll arrive to your destination safe and sound.

 Our car is not small - in comparison to the Dominican ‘conchos’ - but the over stacking of luggage, plus passengers, added to all the knick and knacks they were carrying, we ended up arriving with cramps and back pains, all thanks to the uncomfortable positions we withheld for the forty-five minutes ride to our home.

Bengay and Icy-Hot for me.
Regards from an invalid hostess with a whole week ahead of moaning and bitching about the nuisances of Dominican style traveling.