Ah, not even Tiny Tim could have helped us today. We were driving back to Monte Cristi for Christmas Eve, gassed up the Suzuki, drove to the outskirts of town, and the car died. Not to worry, we'll get another. In a cab back to the hotel we stopped for roast pig. It's the traditional Christmas Eve feast, and it's prepared at roadside pits all over (that's our cab driver on the right).
When we got back to the hotel, we asked the chef to fix it up for us with fried bananas, pineapple, and rice. It was fabulous! Merry Christmas to everyone and much peace and great art in the new year.
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