Before going into Haiti we’re spending a few days at a resort near Puerto Plata. We thought it would be nice to get in a few days of relaxation and fun, especially considering we haven’t taken a vacation in several years.
But I’m tired of this place already and ready to move on. The resort, like most in the Dominican Republic, is “all inclusive,” which means the cost of your room includes all you can eat and drink. Because Cherie and I don’t eat or drink much, the option to pig out is of no advantage to us.
Of course places like this are very attractive to those who do enjoy overconsumption. So this place is filled with tourists (from Europe and Canada mostly) who, in addition to eating and drinking to excess, evidently enjoy smoking cigarettes and showing off their tattoos.
I am well aware of the fact that I need to lighten up more, and not be so serious so often. Still, as we were leaving the all-you-can-eat buffet style restaurant tonight, where guests pile their plates high and go back for seconds, I couldn’t help but think about the fact that a mere 70 km from here children are literally starving.
How can that be?