In the
morning, Cabarete Bay's light winds let novices learn and the more
advanced sailors perfect their techniques. By noon, a warm 15 to 20 knot
offshore breeze generally kicks in. Beginners still have much of the bay
to themselves, since experts usually head beyond a protective reef in
the "wave zone" to catch some air.
Thanks to year-round prime conditions and top-notch windsurfing schools,
Cabarete has drawn European wind surfers for nearly two decades.
As a result, Cabarete exudes youth and a unique Euro-chic-without the
attitude.
Although
Americans have been slow to discover the Dominican Republic, Europeans have
flocked to this Caribbean nation for 30 years, drawn to its pristine beaches,
passionately friendly people, 1970's prices and a booming business in
"soft" adventure travel.
Ground
zero is the no-longer-sleepy village of Cabarete, but rather a hedonist's dream
for world-class windsurfing, all-night partying and international cuisine.
Located on the country's north shore, it's also base camp for outfitters
offering mountain biking, horseback riding, whitewater rafting and multi-day
hikes to Pico Duarte, at 10,390 feet the highest point in the Caribbean.
Although condos,
guest cottages and small hotels dot Cabarete's outskirts, the village itself is
simple and compact a row of shops and restaurants sandwiched between Cabarete
Bay to the north and main street to the south.
By
day, as guests head to the sea or mountains, restaurants and shops open their
doors toward main street to draw in local workers and day-tourists.
At dusk Cabarete catches its second wind. Restaurants and clubs flip their
attention 180 degrees and spread chairs, tables and torches along the beach.
At
bistros like Ristorante Vento, New Wave and Onnos, guests enjoy eclectic
Continental cuisine with a Dominican flair. If you've never tried ravioli
stuffed with breadfruit and tossed with mango salsa, trust me: It's sublime. By
dark, the beach turns into a mile and half nightlong dancefest as cultural
differences are explored and shred to the beat of Caribbean Latin sizzle.
During
one sunrise walk, I found some partiers where I'd left them the previous night,
albeit considerably more subdued - and less clothed.
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