On the long and twisted road to Las Terrenas

Sometimes in the middle of the humid, muggy night, especially one like we have now, tonight with a full moon that seems far too large to be just handing in the night sky, I find myself pondering far too much.

It was a night just like this almost five years ago I lay on the beach of a paradise words just cannot quite describe.  I woke up in a tent of all places.  On a beach.  In a strange land.  Walking down the most incredible beach one only finds in dreams I stumbled on a small office where an American sat behind a fancy desk.  He had a three D model in front of him of a different beach with tiny palm trees all laid out and water painted blue on plywood.  “You might want to see our villas already built” he says.  I can get my VP of sales to show you around.

Little did I know at the time it would change the course of many years of my life and the lives of others.  This is the story of the twisted road to paradise and hell and back again.

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