It's A Nomad's Life for Me-Part 4
We decided to make this a regular thing-this traveling internationally with our friends. We tried Jamaica this time. However, the resort we picked this time was not a 5 star-more like a 3. Imagine spring break in Panama City Beach, FL. Don't get me wrong-we thoroughly enjoyed this resort. The people are so genuine and so thankful for everything that you can do for them in the way of tips. We went form white glove service to buffets. Out of the four of us, my husband was clearly the one that enjoyed it the most. I kidded to our friends that we were becoming travel snobs. The other lady that traveled with us told us later that we had ruined them by going to a 5 star resort the first time.
We went to Playa Mujeres for our next trip. It was fantastic! We went for my husband's 50th birthday and it also happened to coincide with the other gentleman's birthday as well. The other lady told me that she had informed some of her friends of where we were going and they wanted to come too but for us to pay. We told her to tell them when they have a child with cerebral palsy for 18 years, and they are the only ones caring for that child, then , yes, we would pay. Fortunately, that hasn't happened. Our friend said that she had always wanted to use the term "abroad" and now she was able to go into their little town in GA and tell everybody that they were going to be traveling abroad.
The next year we went back to Jamaica to a more upscale resort than the first one that we had stayed at in Jamaica. It was a lot of fun but we had decided, between the four of us, to return to our original resort in the Dominican Republic for our next trip.
Unfortunately, our trucking company bought another trucking company, and the two merged. Not successfully in our minds. We still had our 6700 mile run every week but loads started canceling. With trucking, if the wheels ain't turning, you aren't making money. We had been saving our money every week for our annual trip but it was starting to strain us. Slowly, we went from 6700 miles a week down to 3000 miles. That is what they call a solo run because only one person needs to drive. We decided to quit the business.
We tried to get local jobs and I ended up being a server in a restaurant. But our annual trip was coming up and we wanted to go. We called our friends and told them that it looked like this was going to be our last trip together. They were saddened but understood.
We made our final trip back to Punta Cana this last May for our 8th wedding anniversary. It was still as beautiful and fun as we remembered it. We met some really cool people at the resort and stay in touch with them.
I have been very blessed by all of this traveling and moving around. I don't understand how people can be born, live their whole lives and die in the same place. I have gleaned so much knowledge of geography through my driving a truck and moving. I have experienced so many happenings. I know I would be a different person if I had never moved. There is the familiarity of knowing the same people your whole life. It does give comfort to attend the same schools as all your kinfolk-to attend the same church that great great great great great granddaddy attended. But it's not for me. I do still go back to where I grew up in Alabama since it is only a 2 hour drive and enjoy looking at those familiar places but I have determined that...it is as nomad's life for me!!!