Don't Cry For Me, Caribbean. | My Family Travels

As I grew up, all I knew was riding my golf cart to the beach with my friends, running around aimlessly in the golf courses we were not supposed to be in, and driving into town with my family just to hear the sound of the native Dominicans making music and food that enriched the cultural palette that my birth country, the Dominican Republic, should be known for.

 

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