My Visit To The Dominican Republic

The dominican Republic is known as the breadbasket of the Caribbean because it grows, farms, and catches almost everything that’s served for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The Dominican Republic was the first colony founded by Christopher Columbus. It used to go by “La Hispaniola” in colonial times. Also the flag of the Dominican Republic is the only national flag in the world to feature the image of a bible. My country is the Dominican Republic. I learned about the culture, food, religion, imports and exports, geography, sports, and family. All of it was very eye opening.

The people of the Dominican Republic are knowledgeable of their past in order to know what their future might bring. The Spanish settlers gave them their language, as well as their predominant faith. Africans were brought to the Dominican Republic as slaves, bringing their faith, music, and art. Their love of baseball came from the United States troops. Creativity such as music and art is a large portion of the Dominican Republican culture and lifestyle. Their music ranges from forms such as meringue, bachata, and salsa. These diverse forms of music are also combined with jazz, rock, and hip- hop to form a culture of music. The art scene of this country was "discovered" by Rafael Trujillo, who founded the national school of fine arts in

Haiti, the small country located west of the Dominican Republic, is a unique and beautiful country with its own unique culture and geography. The people of Haiti are proud of their country and their culture. Even though the nation is plagued by earthquakes and storms, due to its geographic location, it does not stop the Haitian people from continuing their unique culture and happy lifestyle. Taking a look at this country’s culture and geography, anyone, civilian, military or political personnel can fully grasp and understand the country’s uniqueness.

When spring break began my parents gave me the opportunity to have 2 weeks of spring break, where I would spend the first week hanging out with my and fiends and the week they go back to school I go on a cruise. While I was on the cruise me and my family visited 4 different islands over the 8 day voyage. On the third day on the boat we visited the Dominican Republic, on the fifth day we visited St. Thomas, on the sixth day we visited Puerto )Rico, and on the seventh day we visited are final island Grand Turk.

It was a hot, searing day as the sun beat down on my skin. The lush green palm trees provided me shade as I sat and observed my surroundings. Children, barefoot and dirty, wearing tattered and stained clothes were running around laughing and playing. Their joyous giggles put a smile on my face and warmed my heart as I watched them.

When thinking of my memories it’s as if you were surfing through TV channels. Some making me wish I could go back to that day and relive it. Some I hope I will never have to relive. Most memories make me smile and think of how much I want to be little again. Although at that age, all I wanted was to grow up and live my own life. My memories can range from being at home to being anywhere but home. Although, some stick out more than others. One of those few fond memories is going to the Dominican Republic with my family.

On September 23 of 2013, half a million of Haitians living in the Dominican Republic woke up to the unfortunate ruling made by the country’s Central Electoral Board. The ruling TC-168-13 called for the denationalization of Dominican born civilians if at least one of their parents are not a citizen of the nation. Because the highest population of immigrants living in the Dominican Republic are Haitians, this decision is hurting them the most. Now, these people are not able to attain governmental or legal papers, making daily transactions difficult to fulfill, receive medical attention,

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There are four Mirabal sisters, Patria, Dede, Minerva, and Maria Teresa. They did something remarkable for all women who lived in the Dominican Republic. The girls started a revolution that they were doing things to stop Trujillo. Patria, Minerva,and Maria Teresa Died in the process. Six months after their deaths Trujillo was assassinated. Everything they did for women started then. Minerva was the sister that saw how Trujillo really was first. She felt like she was trapped, “ sometimes watching the rabbits in their pen, she’d I’m no different from you,poor thing.” She went to a Religious boarding school. Minerva met her first actual friend there. Sinita told Minerva things Trujillo did to her family. She didn’t really start believe El

I was born in dominican republic santiago in May 21, 1997. I'm 19 years old. My weight is 132 pound and my height is 5.9 feet. My skin color is dark and my eyes color are black. My favorite color is yellow and my favorite singer is Daddy Yankee. I'm a student from Bronx Community College. My major is Liberal Arts & Biology because I want something related with medicine. Now I was thinking about become a physical therapy or doctor with a specialization in pediatric.

Sexually transmitted infections (STIs) are a notable public health problem because they are so wide spread, yet it is taboo to speak openly about such conditions. This stigma results in people to not seeking treatment, which in turn leads to the further spread of the multitude of STIs throughout the population [1]. STIs can cause syndromes such as Urethritis, Cervicitis, and Pelvic Inflammatory Disease, all of which are good reasons for preventative measures as they can be detrimental to one’s reproductive and overall health. Several populations are at especially high risk of obtaining an STI [1]. One in particular is adolescents, ages 15 to 24, in the Dominican

When I initially started the course “Cultural Awareness in Global Business” thought it would be straightforward, despite that found out cultural awareness is in fact complex. The understanding I have gained throughout the assignments, reading, videos and class has made me a more suitable in making decision pertaining to the people and culture that creates Dominican Republic. Originally just wanted a superior understanding of the culture and obtain a higher quality understanding of the country my father call “home”. Surprisingly, this paper has taken a toll on my emotions. Just reading the history experienced watery eyes. It sadness me the struggles the country, the people have endured for independence. Then knowing my grandmother, my father

In the following paragraphs I will attempt to describe power and the beautiful island of Dominican Republic carefully uses assets and relationships to claims itself internationally. Specifically, I will pay particular attentions to how they use their assets to promote relationship with other countries and their aspirations to stablish themselves as the Caribbean powerhouse.

Learning a new language always brings with it many issues, but mainly when this one it is not very usual in your environment. I am from the Dominican Republic, a country located in the Caribbean which is visited by a big amount of tourist the whole year. The English Language is very useful due to it allows the people to communicate with all the visitors in all the tourist areas and through all the country, however I live in a non tourist area and a new language learning it's not easy to perform.

The rumbles of volcanoes in the distance, the laughs and chatters of the crowds surrounding you, the fresh breeze satisfying you from the thick humidity, this is what I thought Costa Rica was going to be like. I landed in Costa Rica on a sunny Monday morning in December. I gathered all my all my heavy luggage and got through customs, which isn’t easy now a day. I stepped outside of the airport into the dense humidity of the rain forests, wishing that I would have been in shorts and a t-shirt instead of leggings and a long sleeve. It’s definitely a change going from Canada to Costa Rica in the middle of winter, when Costa Rica’s winter is technically their summer. This was my first experience traveling to a different country besides the United States, but I live right on the border and my relatives live in Grand Rapids, Minnesota. For my first time traveling outside of the country, it wasn’t as scary as I thought, mostly because I had my best friend at my side who was incredibly adventurous.