Yesterday, I bumped into a friend of mine in the neighborhood named Joey. As part of our infrequent discussions, Joey always reminds me he was born in the Dominican Republic and one day plans to return. As we caught up on who and what we know, Joey mentioned a common friend of ours from long ago who just had a second daughter.
by Luis Vega
When visiting third world countries, people in America are for the most part going on vacation to a resort, or a retreat of some sort. It is rare that tourists will notice the large disparity between the rich people and the poor people. Since the island or country is so rich in beauty, it is quite simple to overlook the existent conditions that countless third world societies are weighed down by.