What was scheduled to be a short day in the Dominican Republic became a bit of a journey for those of us on the 12:20pm flight back home. I was joined by Jerry Cruz, David “Doc” Diaz, and Mario Takeyama for our final breakfast the morning of our journey. For one of us that would not end until the following evening due to flight delays and long lines at customs.
As I sat on the deck waiting for my partners in crime to join me I had a chance to reflect. I thought about all the people of the Dominican Republic who were employed in the tobacco industry and how our growing taxes and regulations could affect their livelihood in the future. I wondered about Yulie and her friend; how their day living in luxury would affect them compared the life of poverty they were accustomed to. I wondered if our hosts were happy with the events, and if they would ever think about having any of us back again. But the thing that I will take with me and carry with me forever, is the love of the Dominican Republic. I am proud to be an American, but a piece of me always longs to return to a place that makes me feel so warm and welcomed.
As we got to the airport, we were greeted with a fairly empty check-in process which was a plus. I was even lucky enough to get bumped up to first class. But this is where things began to operate in a downward spiral. Our trip home was delayed due to a passenger getting ill as we were on the taxiway moments before take off. We returned to the gate where the paramedics tended to him. He fell into diabetic shock, and I am told he reached his final destination in life. The delay which was unavoidable, caused Doc to miss his flight and Mario who lives in the US with a Japanese passport had to suffer the wrath of the TSA.
I owe a great bit of thanks to many people and I hope you indulge me for a minute as I do just that…
Tomorrow, I’ll conclude my La Aurora Week with a review of the La Aurora Cien Anos Churchill that has been aged for 8 Years. Thanks for reading!