Last week, I was paid to go to the Dominican Republic, so I figured this was worth reposting on my travel blog. (Originally posted on Premature Nostalgia.)
It was the kind of spur of the moment decision that only teenagers have the luxury of making.
Over homemade cinnamon buns and hot lattes, Janet told me that I would love it--it being the Seminar for United Nations and International Affairs (SUNIA). She had been a camp counsellor there once. It would be a week of intellectual stimulation and flirtations with politically savvy peers. It would be an escape from the monotony of slow nights at the Harbour House and slower days spent with Kenny sucking on popsicles outside the 7-11.
