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Rusty tin roofed shanties surrounded by lush vegetation, baseball diamonds, bluer than blue ocean on descent into Santa Domingo. Met up with the Batey Relief Alliance folks no problem, even though I realized they didn’t know what I looked like and I didn’t even have a phone number. Duh. We piled in and made it into the city. My hotel is spartan, but near the Zona Colonial. I hit the streets immediately, not in photography zone yet though. Find the Zona Colonial after trying out my pathetically rusty Spanish a coupl of times and not really understanding the somewhat convoluted directions I was given. Zona is all old world charm, first American city ever people, with the usual hustle. The shoe shine kids are the worst. We all meet up later for a Presidente (Cerveza) and dinner and then call it early. Not much going on Thursday at 10pm. Hit my hotel and got a 40 from across the street and stayed up chatting with the hotel employees for abit. Is that “Pigs On The Wing part. I” coming from that parked car? Yes! There is also a recent curfew on the weekdays at midnight I find out. Sleep was much needed, and decided to switch hotels first thing to the swank Santa Domingo Hotel where the rest of the gang is. Today was tour in Zona Colonial, much walking, photo taking. Gotta go, minutes up.