Good Saturday, my peeps! I have been reading Rochelle‘s Pegman stories for a while now, wondering if I should play or not. Today I decided to play! Of course, when I told Karen I was considering it, she encouraged me to do so. So I did. 😉
This week Pegman takes us to Haiti’s neighbor, the Dominican Republic, in the central Caribbean. Feel free to use the crazy capture Karen posted, or find your own photo sphere anywhere within the country’s borders.
Your assignment is to produce 150 words (or less) inspired by this week’s location. Will it be fiction? Essay? Poetry? The only limit is your imagination. After you’ve polished your piece, you can share it with other participants at the link up:
Word count: 150
“Holy moly this place has changed! Do you remember what it looked like back in 1985? I can’t believe it was 32 years ago. Doesn’t age us at all, does it?” she laughed.
“Yeah, it’s crazy. Back then there were wide open spaces and what, three hotels and one under construction?”
“Something like that. Let’s see, ours, the Dorado Naco; Villas Dorado; Jack Tar. Holiday Inn? Was that one there? And I think it was the Eurotel that was under construction.”
“Oooh… so a big five on this long stretch.”
“Now look. It’s wall-to-wall hotels and everyone is packed like sardines on the beach. I can’t even find a lounge chair or parasol or even a spot to lie my towel down! This blows. Why do things have to change so much?”
“I feel your pain, Dee. I miss the peaceful wide-open spaces.”
“And I miss my bikini-body from back then, Dan!”