It was a different weekend, with the ingredient of a festive Thursday, which lengthened it, making it a mini-vacation. And the beaches were filled, the cities were emptied and the aspiration of the Minister of Tourism came true. Internal tourism at the highest level. To such an extent that it was necessary to fine a hotel for not knowing how to handle the crowd that invaded it.
People felt free after so many months of confinement. In a country surrounded by paradisiacal beaches, its inhabitants wanted to take a dip, play with the waves and lie on the sand so that the sun could caress their skin, faded by so much confinement. They say that the sea and the sun drive away the virus, we will verify that in the next few days, meanwhile many people had the pleasure of spending a long weekend in their favorite place. Hotels discounted at affordable prices were the missing spur. The coastal towns were invaded as they had not since the beginning of the year, giving some relief to those dedicated to the hospitality business.
In hotel dining rooms and restaurants, ingredients for favorite dishes were out of stock in no time. It was difficult to get a room if it had not been reserved in advance. We left for Samaná and Emma set out for Nigua. Her beach, the one that is practically in her neighborhood and to which she has always attended, was waiting for her, full of neighbors and compadres, ready to have a great time. Later we will see the consequences of this parenthesis of sea, sun and sand, hopefully the virus will not make a dent in us.