So yea, sister couple's massage! She was also astute — wise beyond her years. In between small talk about home, life ambitions, and local anecdotes, a waitress carried a fake smile and real samples of Mamajuana, a delicious mixture of rum, red wine, and honey. They were more like toe warmers on my size 12 flippers. Swaying in the Wind After a demanding year relocating back to the United States from the Cayman Islands, starting new jobs, moving back into our old home, the only logical place for a quick vacation was somewhere.
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My manly massage in Punta Cana
However, Mother Nature had some rain in mind. Addicted to pain Naked???? Follow us on Twitter! So we didn't say anything. The pretty, young Dominican masseuse grinned at me through silvery braces, and beckoned me to the table.