1. I am lucky enough to know you and Mike beyond the blogosphere, and I know a bit about your “story” but for our readers sake and to refresh my memory- what made you and Mike decide to pick up and leave the great state of NJ for Santo Domingo?Sitting across from my fresh, new, sorta boyfriend, Mike, at Rutgers’ infamous establishment Stuff Yer Face, we did what all new semi-couples do: talk about the things you want to do with your life while pretending to not be hoping that you’ll do those things together. We didn’t know then that we would get married and have kids but we both had traveled and had loved traveling and both wanted to experience teaching abroad – be it together or not. A few years later, we were not so fresh and new and I still wanted to go abroad but Mike had fallen into the Land of Security. He was happy at his school, felt secure, and was on his way to tenure. That is until Gov Chris Christie hit. Teachers were being blamed for all of New Jersey’s problem and cuts were very Alice in Wonderland off with their heads. Although Mike was an exceptional, male elementary (hard to come by) teacher with life and zest for education he was one of the newest and was laid off. Being an exceptional, teacher with life and zest for education, he got an offer for a 3/5 position in his hometown high school. He loved teaching in his hometown. He loved teaching high school – a welcome change to elementary. And he loved coaching soccer. This was looking bad for me ever going abroad with this man. But as luck would have it, he surprised me.
Over brunch one day he said, “So I’ve been thinking that maybe this is a good time to try teaching abr…” I was already online filling out applications. Being a teacher was so shaky in NJ at this time that I guess it gave him the platform to leap… and the net appeared. Dominican Republic wasn’t necessarily on our list (who ever thinks of teaching in the Caribbean) but it’s what the universe had in store. And just like that, the U.S. lost two great teachers to politics. (insert wink). A week or so later we would find out we were pregnant.
2. What are 3 things you miss the most about Jersey and 3 things you are the happiest to have escaped from?MISS MOST:I’ll start by saying that I miss a lot. I’ll also say that family is the obvi number one answer so let’s check family off.
1. Family1. Familiarity. Like just knowing my old streets and shortcuts and where the cereal aisle is. Or a quick run into the supermarket for spinach and running out 2 minutes later because they have it… of course they have it. Why wouldn’t they have it? It’s spinach. (Well, cause they don’t always have everything here) But it’s also the familiarity of knowing how people and our language work. No one would dare cut you in line in the states. Not. so. here. And Spanish, while a language I speak well, is not my first language, so when I’m upset or frustrated or making a joke, I can’t always get my point across here the way I do in English. So… yes, familiarity.2. Weather for sure! I never thought I’d miss cool air sooooo much. Earlier this week I put on yoga skinnies and a sweater over my t-shirt and socks. And then I remembered that I live on the hottest island on the planet and realized Shit. I must have a fever. Which I did. And you know what made me happy about being sick? I got to wear fall clothes. The next two sick days I bummed around the apartment happily sick because it wasn’t sunny outside and it was raining and thundering. I was in heaven. It never rains for whole days here and sometimes I just want something that’s not sunshine, you know?
3. Home. This is not the same as family, I swear. I miss – so much some days – just the ability to go home. Like to walk into my parent’s house because the door is unlocked and without invitation and know where everything is and where everyone will be. My dad will be watching TV, and depending on the hour of day he will be sitting either on the couch or his recliner. My mom will be in the kitchen making him coffee or cleaning or cooking. Unless it’s 8:00 and then she’s in the garage watching her novellas…with my grandmother. The smells are the same, the lighting the same, that place… always the same.
ESCAPE FROM NJ:1. BILLS – the school pays our rent and gives us a monthly stipend which covers most to all of our utilities every month – including cell phones and internet. MmmHmm… better recognize.2. The hustle and absoluteness of what life is in NJ. I’d have to be working. I wouldn’t be home with our kids and writing. The End.3. The ever present and worse getting political climate in the states. Are you back at work yet?
3. 3 songs that describe you- one for your past, present, and one for your future. Go! Past: We are Young by FunPresent: Good Life by One RepublicFuture: Golden Girls theme song
4. Speaking of music, my fabulous future Tunesday Tuesday co-host, I know how much you love your tunes: put your ipod on random and list the first 5 songs that come on. (I can’t remember if I asked you this one for your Liebster so if you dont want to do it again you can always cut and paste iPod – as always – dead. No battery. So instead iTunes on my mac.Song 1: Feelin’ Good – Mr. BubleSong 2: Please Please Me – The BeatlesSong 3: Father and Daughter – Paul SimonSong 4: I’m On To You – Neil Diamond (whew does this bring me back!)Song 5: So Much to Say – DMB
6. One of the first things I remember learning about you is your awesome fashion sense and love of some killer shoes. Take a pic of your favorite pair and tell a story about where they have taken you.I bought these shoes y-e-a-r-s ago and they are still reigning champs as my favorite footwear of all time. They are just the most beautiful piece of art I have ever seen – and bonus – I can wear them. Megan is right. I love shoes. But I am also a sucker for vintage art posters and these Carlos Santana shoes combined my love for both. I named these shoes My Havanas. I name all my shoes. But I named these My Havanas because they have that classy yet nostalgic and fun vibe that I think is reminiscent of Old Havana. And funny you should ask for a picture of them… because I already had one. Here’s a great story behind my Havanas. And another great story behind My Fabulounsounse shoes. (Because they were too fabulous to just be fabulous.)
Day 2– Morning at Fiesta: it isn’t the fanciest pool around but it’s still a paradise within the city. So we’ll start the day by heading to the pool having a piña colada… because i love them.– All day Colonial Zone: Get lost here. The heart of art, cultural, and history of Santo Domingo is in the Colonial Zone. Visit the Alpargateria where you pick out material and height for your own pair of handmade espadrilles while you eat tapas extraordinaire. Or colmado crawl in the zona with the best of
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– Praxe’s Bluffs: This place is spectacular beyond spectacular and than more spectacular. Apparently, our friend Praxedes was the first to discover this gem. By popping a u-turn on the malecon and then driving on til sidewalk’s end and then dirt roading it, you come across this spot that’s as Goonies-esque as the directions to get there. It is the greatest tailgating spot ever and there is nothing like unpacking your car with 10 other cars and a butt load of friends and cheersing to this:
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– Kury Roof Party: Our first place of residence here wasn’t the most modern looking of apartments but we loved it and enthusiastically called it home. The view is pretty unbeatable for an average apartment and the parties are epic. And maybe if we’re lucky Rocktopus will be playing!
10. hubby question: When was the first time he realized he was going to spend the rest of his life with you? (any guesses? Hi Mike!)
When I told him I was prego. HA! Not sure. Maybe the Christmas Party of 2010 when we threw the most epic, legendary, mythical Christmas Party ever?! Mike? Answer, please.
Mike’s answer: Uhhhhh. I’ll call you back. (Thanks babe. You’re a real romantic.)
Mike’s real answer: He said at some point he started imagining us really doing this abroad thing and with a family in tow. Which in girl language means waaaay later than I knew I was going to spend my life with him which was immediately upon meeting.
WHEW! Thanks for the great questions, Meg amd special thanks to those readers that made it til the end. If you’re ever visiting Santo Domingo, give me a call. I’ll make sure a Kury Rooftop Party is waiting! Definitely stop by The Patchwork Paisley to read my amazeball questions to Meg and her equally amazeball answers!