Today the trip will be a little longer. The mountains of the Dominican Republic are as attractive as its beaches and I fully intend to discover them. I head towards Santiago without intending to visit it, the cities generally having less attractions for me than the winding roads.
First observation, it is much cooler in the mountains and it is very pleasant. The road is beautiful, the landscape magnificent, what more could you ask for.
A little feminism and politics, by the way...
In Tamboril, I stop at the monument dedicated to the Mirabal sisters.
Patricia, Minerva and Maria Teresa Mirabal have university degrees. Actively participating in political actions carried out against the regime in place and, as a result, persecuted by the Trujillo regime, they quickly became symbols of resistance to the dictatorship. In November 1960, Trujillo declared that his two enemies were the Church and the Mirabal sisters.
On November 25, 1960, on the orders of dictator and head of state Rafael Trujillo, the three sisters were brutally murdered while on their way to the prison where their husbands were being held. These murders caused enormous shock to the entire population and were one of the factors that triggered an anti-Trujillo movement. Within a year the dictatorship was overthrown.
The Mirabal sisters symbolize both the resistance of a people and the resistance of women. Thus, in 1999, the United Nations adopted a resolution making November 25 the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women, considering that violence against women is a hinders their fight for equal opportunities in the legal, social, political and economic fields.                       Â
El Molino
Shortly after San Victor, my stomach starts to growl. A sign at the side of the path, a welcoming door and here I am suddenly discovering my favorite of the day. This restaurant, dedicated to windmills and Don Quixote, is an unexpected surprise. From my table, located on a terrace overlooking the mountain, my eyes take in a grandiose landscape. The surprise continues when my plate arrives. A shrimp mofongo. I had already tasted mofongo (a traditional dish prepared from plantain bananas), but this one far surpasses the previous one.
It is with a full stomach and eyes that I leave two hours later towards Sosúa.
