Desperately waiting for Sosua

The Montreal autumn is creeping upon me making my head spin in the cold continuous rain shivering my bones. The leaves have fallen down and trees look like skeletons with brown bones creaking in the wind.

I can barely stand the waiting until the day that I will step down the plane and walk out of the Puerto Plata airport, feeling the warm breeze in my hair, looking at the evergreen vegetation embracing my "novia" waiting for me with the most beautiful Dominican smile you've ever seen.

The clock is slowly tic-tac-tic away the seconds bringing me closer to my winter paradise.

Another 2 months!