We met her our first day in the DR. When I was in line in the ladies room at the museum we visited in Santiago, the woman with very curly blond hair behind me asked, in perfectly unaccented English, "Which part of the states are you from?" I told her California and asked which state she called home. "Oh, I am from here, in Santo Domingo," she replied, "but my father is from the Mid-west."
"Cool," I said. We proceeded to chat about our travel experiences, the good places to visit in the DR, and our higher education goals (she wants to get her masters in law at Stanford). As we washed our hands I asked, "what's your name?"
"I am Lizzie," she beemed. I knew then and there that we would be friends forever.
We emerged from rest room gossiping like old friends, much to Erik's surprise, and there were introductions all around. Since we had planned to spend the last couple days of our trip in Santo Domingo we exchanged contact information and then went on our way.
Fast forward to last Saturday.
Erik and I met up with Lizzie again in Santo Domingo. Lizzie picked us up at our hotel in her sweet convertible and took us out for a night on the town. We started with dinner and drinks at a fantastic Dominican restaurant with local paintings decorating the walls, and a mariachi band playing in the bar. Then, Lizzie showed us the town through a locals eyes. It was perfect way to spend our last night in the Dominican Republic.
I can't wait for her to come to Stanford. She is so fun (and has great hair).
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