Our shirts were instantly soaked the moment we started trucking down the highway.
"Maybe if we walk a little ways we'll be back in the zone for Uber or Lyft to pick us back up. Should only be a ways if they could bring us all the way out here." Almost the second I finished my sentence, 2 loud honks coming from behind us made us whip our heads around to see if we were about to be killed or picked up. The extended van pulled up alongside of us as the host jumped out the side door. He said something in Spanish that was too quick for me to translate.
"A donde vas?"
"Santo Domingo," the driver said, as he waved us in the door like you would see on some cheesy commercial inviting you to come to a resort in Cabo. Steve and I looked at each other, shared some gentle laughs, and boarded this God-given van.