Megan’s friend, Daniella, invited the family to her wedding in the Dominican Republic, at at an all inclusive resort, the Viva Wyndham Dominicus. We’ve been to the country before, but on the northern coast, where Megan and Rob got to windsurf. This is our first time at a resort and in some ways, it’s like a cruise. All the food and drinks you want, plenty of free activitiess, shops, a self-contained world. But you’re on land and the resort itself is huge. There are more than 700 rooms, many of them very cool bungalows , everything connected by a maze of walkways.
We changed bungalows our second day so we could be closer to where the wedding and dinners would be held, At one point on the second day, I walked through this maze to the front office to get aa new room key and got lost on the way back to our new bungalow. I hasve as terrible sense of direction as it is and in this maze, couldn’t find our bungalow. & worse couldn’t remember the number for our new spot. Rob and Meg were out paddle boarding and didn’t have their cells with them, so I couldn’t text them. And this was when the synchronicity happened.
Out of the hundreds of guests here – few of them Americans – I spotted Loretta and Ashley, headed my way. They asked where I was going. I told them I was, uh, lost. Loretta whipped out her cell, where she’d jotted down our new bungalow number. I had failed to do that. I just knew our new bungalow was close to one of the restaurants – La Roca.
“1248,” Loretta said,
“Synchronicity!” I exclaimed.
And on I went, grateful for running into them.
My landmark pool in front of La Roca.
