Unwelcome Guest
Turns out we did bring a little guy home from Haiti. But not the one we hoped. This little parasite's name is Giuardiasis. We call him Gordy for short. He has been making his presence known for a few weeks, and the doctors confirmed it yesterday. In fact - a whole slew of doctors. Turns out our family has sparked many a consultation at our local medical group. Prescriptions have been filled. Pills have been taken. We wait expectantly for our tummies to respond. Gordy, buddy, it's been . . .
What Happens In Haiti Stays in Haiti
Things you do in Haiti that you don't do at home: let your child sit in the front seat of a truck fill an SUV with 17 people, 13 of them under age 10 encourage your kids to drink unlimited soda just to make sure they stay hydrated feed your kids "orphanage style" let complete strangers hold your children cover the pack and play in mosquito netting and pretend it's a tent . . .
New Friend
Jafta made a new friend today. The man was an employee at the airport and he was a "little person", if you will. I think he was in his 20's or 30's, but he was Jafta's height. Jafta was sure that they were the same age and the best of friends. Jafta followed him around for about an hour, talking about his new friend and wondering why he kept having to load suitcases. He kept saying, "where is my friend? why can't he play with me?" . . .
Wherever You Go, There You Are
We are loving life in the Haitian countryside. Things are considerably different here than they are in the capital city. We are able to walk around without worrying, so it’s been great to feel like we are drinking in the sights instead of “hiding out”. Today we spent the morning at the school Cara’s parents started 25 years ago. Mark and I were blown away. The school, the students, the classrooms, the academics, the teachers – I am not kidding, this school exceeded American standards on ALL . . .