The day of departure from the Dominican Republic arrived too soon. Before we knew it, my husband and I sat in the lobby of the hotel waiting for the bus to take us to the airport.
It was midday and the hot sun was causing a sheen of sweat to cover our bodies. Drinking an ice-cold glass of water, I savoured the heat with the knowledge that by the end of the day I would be experiencing the cool temperatures of a Canadian Fall.
A few hours later, we were airborne and bade our farewells to a country that had welcomed us with open arms. We had enjoyed our stay and looked forward to returning to the island with our children sometime in the future.
When I looked out of my apartment window yesterday afternoon, not only was I discouraged at the grey skies but also at the number of buildings that have sprouted up over the last few years. A new crane has shown up on the horizon recently with a few being promised nearby. The grey skyline is not one I every expected to see daily when I was growing up in the suburbs in South Africa.
At night, the view changes a little and becomes less harsh. With the growing number of condos in the neighbourhood, though, the sky in no longer pitch black. No stars can be seen in the night sky.
The view I see daily from my window is not my first choice; but it is one that I have resigned myself to. Who knows what my future may hold; and what view I may see. For now, the city view is the one I live with.