It was another cross-cultural day here in Haiti. My mind is still whirring from all that it
was. Not exactly sure what this post is,
other than a blog to help me process (and possibly for all you out there to
understand what it is I/we do!)
Unlock the house and lock up the dog before 6am. Coffee and breakfast for 12 guests.
See off my wonderful husband as he heads to the hospital - with
our dear friend Jacques – so Wildor (our sponsored son before we moved here)
could get the medical treatment so desperately needs. You see, there is a growth over Wildor’s left
eye that is so big he cannot see. Made
the promise years ago we would get it checked out. Living in Haiti means this is now possible
for us to do.
Staff discussions, including
purchase of ingredients needed for tonight.
Answered and sent a whole bunch of emails.
Skype with my best dearest girl friend in MA (with hello
from her 2 adorable boys). It made me so
happy to talk/see her, however wish I could be there to hug/help/hang out (so
thankful for what I DO have which is a dear friend who won’t let go and an
amazing family of 4 that helps us in so many ways to be here).
Welcome and entertain two unexpected visitors.
Brush teeth. Yup,
AFTER visitors. Shower.
Answered and sent more emails.
Drive the 15 passenger HUG van to return a step ladder. Learned that it CAN fit through one side of
the gate @ church with just a couple inches to spare when there are two Haitian
guys helping guide me :)
Lunch with my hubby.
No biopsy today, Wildor forgot to not eat something this morning.
Budget discussions.
It was pay day at guesthouse and new month $$ @ girls home. Almost jumped for joy when one staff member
questioned an item as it meant a) she understood my creole-english “cranglish”
but more importantly, b) she wanted to understand and didn’t until we talked
further.
Before mentioned wonderful husband went off to help our 17
girls with homework.
Walked a few houses away – into the dust bowl that has
become Haiti – and visited apartment for a new friend that is looking. Spoke with the landlord completely in Creole
(yeeehah!!!).
Returned to the guesthouse to learn that our head cook who
is currently on maternity leave had hoped I would visit her (she lives
downstairs from apartment) so went back to do just that. Another conversation all in Creole (with her
help a couple of times) along with her 2 year old daughter. Made me miss nieces/nephews/friends kids (but
thankful for what I do have – s k y p e :)
Welcomed another visitor, our girls tutor that needed the
internet for his own studies @ university.
Email’ed. Facebook’ed.
Water truck arrived. 5
hours later than expected. Bunkered the
dog b/c Haitians won’t get anywhere close to him and he a-l-m-o-s-t slipped
away from me.
Guests return from their day. Dinner for 12 guests (2 amazing ladies in the
kitchen do all the cooking).
Sales @ boutique for guests leaving tomorrow. Helped clean up, but then the guy who has
been married to me for 10 years through good/bad times “kicked me out” of
kitchen. Sat down.
Locked up 12 foot (atleast) gate. Release 80 lb (atleast!) 4-legged security
for the night. Yup, God gave us a dog –
all it took was moving to Haiti – and yes, he “came with the house” as I nicely
explained to the son of our pastor in MA, to which I needed to follow up so he
knew not all houses came with dogs.
Mind whirring. Generator humming. Writing this blog.
