As I prepare for my 8th trip to Sosua in the last 2 years (my, does time fly when you having the most fun that you've ever had) , I started reflecting on my spiritual side. Do you think that there is a patron saint for mongers? If there was, what would you say to him? Feel free to come up with your own, but mine would go a little something like this:
"Dear Patron. If I must be in a plane that goes down in a fiery heap somewhere over the Caribbean, with my body parts spread to the rolling waves, never to be seen again, if that is my fate, my destiny, I ask that it happen on my return flight. After I have had my fill of the beauty that is the DR.
I also ask that my condoms stay strong, that the women come out to Clasicos in numbers previously unheard of, that el politur decide to leave my ladies alone, that I not need the Imodium that will be packed in my bag, and that I have the stamina to make it thru 13 glorious days of paradise."
