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It’s Time for Rafica

  When I first heard this song, I would sing it to Rafa as we danced around the living room and replace the lyrics with her name, “It’s time for Rafica” or “Waka Waka eh eh” became “Rafa Rafa eh eh.” She loved it. But the other night, at the bluffs, I had one of those moments when the Universe reveals how magical it is. A friend was asking how to let go and just enjoy each moment of this amazing adventure and...

Survival: A Gladiator’s Story

Last weekend, we took a long weekend trip to Jarabacoa, a town near the mountain region of Dominican Republic. When people think of DR, they think of crystal blue oceans, beachy weather, and all-inclusive resorts. They don’t think of Jarabacoa. The last time we went to Jarabacoa was in September for the trip that all the new foreign hire teachers for Carol Morgan go on. There are tons of amazing micro adventures to check out but I was 9 months pregnant so everything besides...

The Dawning of {Family} Time

Since making the decision to teach and live abroad, I have felt myself actively appreciate what our life has to offer in a way that I never did when I was living in the States. We have so much family time, spending whole afternoons sitting around at the park with friends, weekends full of micro adventures and get togethers and laughter.  Weekly massages. And definitely Shelly, our nanny, with whom most of this is made possible. Our life here is a party where our venue is...

In This Place

Rafaella Rubio Kaufman Legra was born on October 7 at 9:28pm. By 9:29pm, daddy was crying in the hospital room like a newborn baby girl. I was not. When we brought Rafaella home and placed her in her bassinet to watch her sleep, within moments, Husband’s eyes were welling up with tears at the momentous scene that is watching your baby sleep under your roof for the first time. Mine did not. As Olive and Jersey began to take notice of...

Never Forget

This past weekend we returned to Cafe del Sol. We came the first time on September 11. On one of the most significant days of my past, I was on the beach with new friends smoking cigars and drinking rum drinks. When we were here that day, I thought about what day it was and like every year, I was conflicted by what I should be doing. Part of me wants to curl up in bed and wait for it to pass,...

SnapShots: Happy Fabulous Birthday, Fabulous YOU!

Happy Birthday, you Fabulous YOU! Yes. I am referring to myself when I say “you” and also when I say “fabulous.” So fabulous you is actually fabulous me. So happy fabulous birthday to me. And why not? This year I turned 32 and I have it all and isn’t that the definition of fabulous? Extremely pleasing or successful – that is the definition by the Free Online Dictionary. So, yeah, fabulous me who has it all! And fabulous you, too, who could...

The Malecon Kitten: Animal Avenger Strikes Back

We took our car yesterday to our mechanic on the Malecon. For my fellow driving New Jerseyans, the Santo Domingo Malecon is comparable to the New Jersey Turnpike but without rules. Those of you not familiar with New Jersey vernacular, it is a bat shit crazy highway. When we were about to leave, I saw this adorable kitten hopping around the cars and running around the lot. Having been there before I was pretty sure it didn’t belong to anyone and...

Taking It In – Thanksgiving in Cabarete 2011

Video of our weekend to follow blog This Thanksgiving I opened my email to find a letter from my mom. I love getting emails from my mom because she hardly ever sends them but this one was quite special. This was my first Thanksgiving away from home, and although our new little family (Mike, Rafaella, Olive, Jersey, and I) were living the good life in Cabarete with amazing new friends, holidys always make it harder to be without your family...

An American Born Abroad: Part Dos

When most parents think of their kid’s first year they think of pretty normal milestones: first smile, first words, first steps, first birthday. Most wouldn’t include first passport. It was very important (especially to her Cuban abuela) that Rafa be American. In fact, when we first told my mom about pregnantly moving abroad her first question was whether or not our baby would be an American citizen. So here, mom, without further ado is her passport and Consular Report of Birth...

Chinola Margaritas and Amazing Women

Ready… Jump. Splash! When Husband and I would talk about our move, we knew that we had made a good choice. Besides leaving our family behind, the choice to come overseas was a no-brainer for so many reasons. But how would our idea of living here and our reality match up? When we got here we realized that our reality was much better than anything we ourselves could have dreamed up. Everyone was welcoming, helpful, accepting, genuine, it was almost unbelievable. And...