Our family of four embarked on a soul-stirring journey to the Dominican Republic, eager to uncover the island’s treasures. Our first stop was a breathtaking house in Samaná—a vision of beauty that set our hearts ablaze. This wasn’t just a place to rest; it was a sanctuary of possibility. The property stretched wide, offering endless space to breathe and simply be, with a private beach just steps away calling us to its shores. From every corner, the ocean’s majesty unfurled before us, a daily masterpiece that lifted our spirits. The house itself was a perfect embrace—its generous rooms cradling our family with ease and opening its arms to our parents, who joined from Punta Cana for a visit that wove new threads into our story. The private pool sparkled as our children’s haven, their laughter dancing on its cool waters—a refreshing thrill in every splash.Then there was Chef Kenia, a radiant soul who turned meals into memories. She listened, she created, she delivered—each dish a love letter to our tastes. We’d roam the island by day, returning to the intoxicating scent of her cooking. She set the table with grace, cleared every trace, and even gifted us a birthday cake for our son, candle glowing—a moment of pure magic. The house met every need, despite gentle shower pressure and warm (not hot) water—fleeting whispers in a chorus of joy. This was no mere trip; it was a call to cherish life’s wonders together.
