Just west of Boca Chica in the Dominican Republic there's a overgrown path on the side of the highway that leads to La Penita (the "n" is supposed to be an n-ya, I just don't know how to do that in blogger). The limestone cliff has been beaten and battered by the salty sea and here lies a perfect spot to test your guts, or stubbornness, or both. I don't really like jumping off high places, or the way it makes me feel, until after the fall. That step off the edge. The sentence just felt like it needed to stop there - that step off the edge. I did scream all the way down, and according to Laura my terrified scream is the exact same as I'm having fun scream. That could be a problem in the case of an emergency.
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