In January my parents were finally able to come down and visit the DR and also my site. First off, it was incredible to be able to share my community with them, talking and sharing stories over the phone is one thing, but being able to walk around my site with them, introducing them to my closest families, showing them the beauty of my site and the people around them was an amazing way for them to connect and understand what I do, and why I do it.
Also while they were down, as an unfortunate timing coincidence, a French Canadian film crew came down and spent about a week traveling around my site and province filming about the Chocolate Tour and typical Dominican life. Here is the link to the video they made: http://video.tv5.ca/partir-autrement-4/republique-dominicaine We did just about everything, spent a few days just doing the tour (and I got to invite a few PC friends to come and enjoy the filming as well), we visited various Fair Trade projects, talking about the development of Fair Trade in the area, had 2 dance lessons, 1 in atabales (the most traditional and more campo and bateye based) which was new even for me to dance to since I usually just watch, and the other was bachata and merengue which my host sister taught and was just a little party in the middle of the road in my site.
Getting miked for the camera
So after spending the first almost week running around with the film crew and my parents and everyone in my site, we finish the filming and see the Canadians off, then my parents really got into it in my site since I no longer had to work (work as in coordinating all of the activities, all the participants, overnight stay, food, translating for everyone, etc), my dad and I went night time river crab hunting with one of the men of my community, we had coffee at many a houses, we had a few hefty meals including a goat cookout.
Parents meet Padres
Then, after my parents had a week of coffee pumping into their veins, intense amounts of food constantly being offered to them (which oddly enough my dad didn’t mind), meeting everyone in my campo, being taken to all the hip parts of my site, etc we hopped on a bus and headed to the beach! But not just any beach, we went up to Samana, one of the most beautiful parts of the island. We stayed right by the beach, had amazing weather, got to go WHALE WATCHING!, and relaxed on the beach. Oh and they took me to a really nice restaurant with amazing food on a cliff, which compared to my peace corps food, mmmm nice restaurants are an automatic win =D.
Finally we went to Santiago, in a weird plot twist I was actually the only one that got sick on the trip, which I guess is better, but didn’t make for an amazingly comfortable bus trip for me, but I was fine by the time we got in, and got to wander around the city for a little before seeing my parents off. Seeing them off just made me realize more how much I miss everyone back stateside, having the hint of being around family and friends again definitely makes you miss being around them even more, but it was an amazing trip, and a great way to share my experience with my parents. And also made my community love my parents even more. It’s crazy how good my community is about asking how my parents are, asking to say hello, and checking in on me, I’m pretty sure my host family asks how my parents are about 3 times as frequently as I actually talk to my parents, so it was definitely wonderful to bring those two worlds together!

