We walked past workers laying down concrete for the first time on the dirt road, and beyond it where a dirt path was better suited for bikes than cars. Along this path we saw lots of dogs of different breeds, shapes, and sizes. Some were sleeping. Others were resting. And some were barking at us. I saw other animals too, a duck sitting in the middle of the road, a man’s fighting rooster who had a 3-0 record, and a pair of donkeys too busy grazing on grass to notice us. As Andres mentioned, it was a tranquil area, like a faraway land from the crowded city streets and shops. It was a good place for a relaxing stroll. Not everyone was enjoying the day. A small boy, about 3 years old, walked barefooted in our direction, crying. Andres asked him what was wrong and where he lived. The boy stopped and kept pulling up his shirt, exposing his round brown belly. He tried talking but he made no sense because he was sobbing so much. It was no use. Another boy, about 10, walked up silently. Andres asked the boy if he knew the small child. He shook his head no. The small boy was such a wreck he disregarded our warning not to step in the broken brown glass. He walked across it anyway, sobbing as he walked away.
Everyone else seemed happy. I stopped and said hello and took pictures of a group of children playing on the concrete stoop in front of a yellowish-orange house with green trim. The building stood in sharp contrast to the many red-bricked buildings.
Andres and I walked a little farther to the top of the hill and beyond it, feeling a little tired, we stopped in a shop for a drink. There were few shops up until this point. But now we were in Santo Domingo, a small, yet bustling neighborhood beyond the official city limits and perched on the hilltop. Inside the shop was a Rana stand. Outside, locals filled the main road, a dirt road, buying things from shops and stalls. This street seemed out of place, like it had appeared from nowhere. It had been so tranquil and desolate. Now there were lots of people and busses. We walked farther away from the city, down a hill, to a giant blacktop. Here stood a playground, official-sized basketball and soccer courts, as well as a police headquarters. It was a good playground, and looked slightly out of place when compared to the small brick homes around it. I saw three young girls playing basketball and joined them. Since I was twice their size they all played against me.
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