We picked up our luggage and Burt negotiated with a taxi to take us to our resort Whala! Bavaro! in Punta Cana. My first experience with the taxi was good. He gave good recommendations on what to see and do while in Punta Cana, and spoke with Burt about how Burt learned his Spanish and made small talk. At one point, he was driving and turned around talking to Burt, and I was just watching out the window and half-listening since I have zero Spanish skills, when I notice that in the left lane that we are in a Chevy Blazer is parked in the middle of the highway. My first reaction is to inhale deeply, clenching my teeth and bracing myself, I gathered my wits enough to yell "stop!" which did no good since it was in English, and then Burt starts yelling at the driver in Spanish, at which point the driver turns and sees the parked truck, swerved into the right lane, cutting of a semi truck in the process and then continued talking...just like nothing happened at all....O.M.G....Almost died.
