Santo Domingo

We woke on our fourth day in Bayahibe at 6am to prepare for our day trip into Santo Domingo.  I hated having to get up so early because I hadn't slept much the night before, but I was looking forward to seeing the city.  Our bus was to arrive at 7:45am, so we hurried around to get ready and grab breakfast.  We grabbed croissants and headed to the lobby.......where we waited and waited.  Apparently "Dominican time" is not the same as Arkansas time.  The van finally arrived at 8:40.

The weather that morning was rainy and humid.  I wasn't thrilled with walking around the city all day, but figured it was a better way to spend the day since the beach was out of the question.  When the van dropped us at the bus to Santo Domingo, we took the seats at the back of the bus.  Bus is really a bit of an exaggeration for the vehicle that we were on.  The lack of leg room made for a lovely two hours, but the sliding around on the wet roads and fearing for our lives made it a true adventure.

View from the back of the bus

Two hours after we left, we arrived at the Columbus lighthouse.  The Dominicans claim that this is where the remains of Christopher Columbus are buried after being discovered in the Basilica.  The Spanish claim that he is buried in Spain.  The lighthouse was dedicated by Pope John Paul II in 1992.

 Faro a Colón

Me at the Columbus Lighthouse

View of Santo Domingo from steps of lighthouse

Our next stop was a trip past the government palace.  Our timing worked out so that we had to park several blocks away and walk as the president was heading out as we arrived.

Lunch should have been our next stop if I had my way, but we spent the next hour in a gift shop.  The shop was full of typical souvenirs, but there was an area in the back where you could by local paintings.  We ended up buying a painting and a bottle of water.

Lunch was at Columbus Plaza.  The food was not so great.  When we signed up for the tour, we were told that we would have a traditional Dominican lunch.  What we got was a buffet that included burgers, pasta, and fried chicken.  It was less than delicious.  As we headed out for our next stop at the Basilica, we spotted the Hard Rock Cafe across the street.  While their food is not the best, I wished we had been given that option over the buffet we had just experienced.   

Our guide for the day

The  Cathedral of Santa Maria la Menor is the oldest church in the Americas.  Construction on the church began in 1514 and was completed in 1540.  It is considered a Minor Basilica.  The cathedral is located next to Columbus Park.  This is where the Dominicans claim to have found the remains of Christopher Columbus buried before they were moved to the lighthouse.

Women that believe the legend can knock on this door to keep their husband faithful.  

Statue of Columbus outside of the Cathedral 

After we left the church, we did a walking tour of the rest of the Colonial District.  We saw the the French Embassy, the Pantheon (home for heroes), and stopped into a museum.

In the courtyard at the museum

The rain was falling, and we were worn out and the rest of the group was too.  We boarded the bus to head to La Romana at 4.  About an hour into our trip back, we had to stop for gas.  I expect that we're going to pull into one of the gas stations, but instead we pull off of the main road and into this giant lot.  It is exactly the kind of spot that I can imagine my mom getting panicky about because it looked like someplace they would take you and you would never be seen again.  Luckily, this was simply a spot for the tour guides to fuel up and we were on our way again in a few minutes.

One end of the fueling area

the pump

the other end of fueling area

We had dinner at Bordeaux that evening.  The French restaurant did not disappoint.  We had a mushroom and escargot casserole appetizer which was followed by Three Onion (aka French Onion) soup and the beef tenderloin.

Dinner at Bordeaux

After dinner we had a drink in the lobby bar.  We were joined by another couple from France.  This couple spoke next to no English, and we don't speak French.  This was perhaps the most frustrating time of the entire vacation because they kept attempting to talk to us, but we ended up needing Google Translate in the end.  I do know that they work at a vineyard and make champagne.  I'm kicking myself for not knowing more French because these could have been great people to visit with.......and perhaps visit in France :)

The rest of the evening was spent with four 20 somethings from Ireland.  This led to serious political talk, and I was happy to see the day come to an end.