Thanks, I'll check it out.
Come to think of it, I do have some pretty unique stories about the times I was in the Dominican Republic. Haha, this one comes to mind:
My grandmother lives in an apartment complex that shares one parking lot. Every single morning, this man drives up with a HUGE truck with the back filled to the brim with fruits and vegetables. He has an intercom attached to his truck, so you can always here him driving up. In his annoying distrincly central Dominican accent he yells "I have guavas, bananas, mango. I have lettuce, grapes, plantains." My grandma would go to the balcony and begin to barter with the man, yelling at him down in the parking lot. She would always always get her fruits and vegetables for less than he was offering, which wasn't much to begin with. If a banana was 5 pesos, she'd get it for 3 (keep in mind, it took about 36 Dominican pesos to make one USD). I've kept this barter mentality with me all my life.