Wow! What can I say? This trip to the border of the Dominican Republic and Haiti was the one of the best trips I´ve ever taken. I don´t want to give it all away, but I want to share a couple of highlights. When we went the border, the Haitian children called me ¨Haitiana¨ because the color of my skin was the same as theirs. I just responded by saying I´m not Haitian, but we come from the same family. This was a very special moment for me, because this was the closest I have ever felt to the Motherland (Africa). As we ventured back from the boarder, there were various checkpoints along the way. On one occasion, a Dominican guard entered our vehicle and noticed the small group of African Americans. He asked the driver if we were students as well. I´m not sure if he thought we were being smuggled into the country or what, but I´m glad the rest of the group was able to witness this experience. On a lighter note, we stayed on a ranch for a couple of days. A group of us decided to enjoy a horse ride that later turned a little interesting. My horse decided he wanted to go for a run. He ran faster and faster and eventually separated from the group. He took me through random trails through the mountain. At one point, I was hanging off the side holding on for dear life. Keep in mind, I had only riden once before this. Later I was informed, the horse´s name is ¨Ochenta¨ because he loves to run!

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