It’s late morning when I reach Santo Domingo and leave the dirt roads to navigate the hot cement of bustling city sidewalks. I see a sandwich board sign announcing hamburger plate specials just ahead. How wonderful to find a good old fashioned hamburger, french fries and Coke! I place my order and sit at a shaded table outside. Almost there, I think to myself as I free my feet from my hiking boots. I also take off the socks and wiggle my toes a bit. It feels so good. I’m excited to see the waitress bring my plate. I thank her and turn to dig in. I’m surprised to discover that the patty in my hamburger really is ham. A thick ham steak! Disappointing, but I eat it. Most of it.