I just got back to my house a couple hours ago from the Dominican Republic, and I really wish I had shot myself instead of going back to Boston in February; shorter trip and undoubtedly a more pleasant destination.
It was heaven. The pineapple is far better than anything in the supermarket, there is no drinking age, and everything is green. And it really rubs off on people. Everyone is relaxed and laid back down there. It really brings out the degree to which Americans live with poles up their asses.
Anywho, that's where I've been for a week; sitting on a beach, drinking beer, listening to Debussy and admiring the cleavage-- err... clouds.