NO, NO, I COULDN'T POSSIBLY DRINK ANOTHER . . . WELL, OKAY.
This was taken during a tour of the laid-back villages in the countryside near Puerto Plata. We were invited into people's humble homes, we were fed chocolate and fresh coffee, we toured cigar factories, we rode donkeys. As you can see, I was having a wretched time. Some women might appreciate being plied with Dominican rum served up in fresh coconuts by handsome, bronzed young locals, but I am not that sort of woman. I moped the ENTIRE TIME. (P.S. His name was Alessandro. Some drunk woman on the tour actually proposed to him. I cringed and thought, "There but for the grace of God . . .")