“Welcome to the best country in the
world” he said as he grabbed by luggage and put it in his car. I just landed in
to the Dominican Republic for the first time in 6 years. The last time I was
here was for my grandmother’s funeral. After that I swore I would never come
back. I hated this country and a part of me still does.
This place
couldn’t possibly be the best country in the world. As we drove down the narrow
road towards the resort we would pass by abandoned houses that were halfway
done. They were all made out of cement bricks. We drove down what seemed like a
ghost town. The fences consisted of barb wire that wrapped around sticks of
wood.
The men
would stare you down as you’d walk to the corner store and whistle at you. Every
day you would hear a horror story about a delinquent murdering cops and
stealing cars. You had to be careful with your things even with the people you
think you trust most.
As we went
farther down the road the houses started to disappear and we were driving
towards a great mountain. There were palm trees that swayed with the wind and
cows all over. The sky was bright blue and the temperature was perfect. I felt
like crying for hating this country so much. It doesn’t feel like the safest
place in the world but it is the most beautiful place I have ever been to.
You have a great flow throughout this post, using imagery and experiences that attempt to convey the point that you don't like the Dominican Republic. Although, I think you can elaborate on all of these instances of why you dislike the country. The brevity of the piece keeps you from conveying your true emotions for the country. Why do you hate these things? Was there a past reason? Also, in the beginning of your blog you state that you intend to discuss "cringe attacks." I'm not quite sure why this is a cringe attack? What do you learn from this experience? I do love that at the end you provide that contrast between hating to love the beauty of it. Its a great way to wrap it up.
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