There’s no place like home, right?

Even though I don’t live there, San Jose de las Matas (Sajoma) is definitely my favorite place on earth. When that plane lands in Santiago International Airport, I feel like I’ve just arrived home. It’s a weird feeling, but I never feel like that anywhere else. Not even where I actually live.

I don’t know what it is about those mountains and the rivers. I’ve tried to find mountains and rivers like that in other places I’ve been to and although there is beauty everywhere, it’s not quite the same as Sajoma.

I love the mountains that wrap around my little town. I love when the sun starts to set and the sky starts to turn orange. I love that we have palm trees in the front yard. I love making a left into our street – if we can even call it a street – and I love the entrance to my grandmother’s house.

We have, with all honesty, the most perfect piece of land in all of DR. It’s hidden but not. We have two small houses and a large gazebo in the middle. All we need is a hammock. Mango trees in the side yard.

Whenever the our last day in our town finally approaches, I feel like I’m leaving a piece of me behind. I hate that feeling, but I can’t wait to go back and stare at that landscape again.

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