To Sleep Sack or No?

I knew we had arrived in the Dominican Republic when a mosquito appeared in the airplane's cabin right before landing. The lush green carpets below were unlike the beachy, brown terrain I saw on Wikipedia. We went through Santo Domingo slowly gathering the rest of
our crew – program staff, local parters, the photographer and the translators – loaded into our large- cabin (for short people) pickups and headed to the border, a 6-7 hour drive.

I'm in the loud car (because we are all talkers), with Roberto our driver, she who has yet to have a Spanish pseudonym Atlanta person, and Ramon, who is shepherding the translators… from Club Med. Yes, from THE Club Med and no, there were no beverages at the offing. Turns out, Ramon is an executive at Club Med have worked with our host organization before, and when he heard they needed translators on this trip who spoke Spanish, Creole and French, he approached the CLUB MED FOUNDATION about it and lo and behold, we have translators. Hurrah!

I know what you are thinking – did she use the now infamous sleep
sack? The answer is yes. Although the hotel (aka b&B) is perfectly
good, I had a bit of an unsubstantiated bed bug fear, plus there was something comforting about crawling into this blue haven with my sarong wrapped around my shoulders and a stolen airline pillow. Also, to drown out the party from down the street to which we weren't invited.