The climate is reliably pleasant in the mountains of the Dominican. Homes are appointed with ample doors and windows, strewn open so as to let the houses breathe-in the tropical air. One farmhouse we passed, in particular, had a familial charm all its own. Its belongs, while humble, seemed happy; the worn decor suggested that children had played here, grown here, and then gone on their way. Mother and father stayed behind to reflect on their years together, and wait for the kids to return... as evidenced by the open doors and the two rocking chairs, still carefully placed side-by-side. (Click the photo to enlarge.)
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