The Dominican Republic is rich of culture and breathtaking beauty. “Dios, Patria, Libertad.” What truly caught my eyes was the sense of community and trust within an area. People are socializing outside their houses, their doors are opened, and their smiles are warm. Despite the clear poverty, there is pride and joy in the community. Children can run around and play soccer with their neighbors without worrying. Locals here look out for one another, and they do so in a touching way. I have come to see how our circumstances do not define our attitude towards the situation. They live in saddening conditions yet the enduring mother’s love, the mutual respect, and the energy from the children is completely inspiring. They run around and play baseball, they greet visitors, and do their household chores. Mariposa has become a significant part of the community.

The surrounding areas all know the girls and support them. It was heartwarming to see the little girls running around screaming and laughing. Girls who go home to a poverty-stricken household have found their second family here. I can see their gratefulness and joy. It warms my heart to see them find an opportunity and even more so take it. The sense that everyone on this island is indeed not on their own island, but rather surrounded by family, is absolutely beautiful. There is a special connection with each and every citizen. Whether it is the little boy generously handing out flowers to the women at dinner, or the guitar player, Cornellas, singing happy birthday for one of the students- everyone is someone and everyone is part of a greater family. I have realized once again that everyone is the same. The amount of love shown by these locals has really opened my eyes to see that love is universal. Community, family, friendship; it is all universal. The tour guide interpreted a quote by Socrates, “I am neither Dominican nor American, I am a citizen of the world.” I may not speak a lick of Spanish, but I can understand their love.