Sweeney and Me

Now: 2014

Dear Sweeney,

We had a great three months together in the Dominican Republic. It's been over two years since I've seen you in person, and I'm glad we got to relive some of the memories today. Since then, I've been pondering about some of our other experiences:

• Knocking on EVERY SINGLE door in our area. Not home, you say? We'll come back tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. Until we find you or we decide that the house is abandoned.
• Walking up and down the same street looking for the 10/20 store, not realizing that 10/20 was a phrase meaning "dollar store" so that wasn't actually the name of the store--just the type. 
• Having the tallest dominican man as our 'golden investigator.'
• Having an investigator open up to us because we spoke English. 
• The earthquake.
• Karaoke.
• Working with the most awesome youth.

Just to name a few.

But you know what memory means the most to me? The day I got in the Brown's car and they drove me to the capital so I could go home. As I buckled myself in and was waving goodbye, you cried. I probably would have cried, too, if I hadn't been so excited to go home. But I did miss you. And it was a fabulous surprise to see you only a day later when you came down to pick up your new companion.

Then: 2012

Rhetorically,
Rebekah