In the mornings, we eat a little something before school. This week, it's been half a peanut butter sandwich. The first few days, we had granola bars. We have to be at school a few minutes after 7. In the mornings, we have staff meetings, staff devotions, or high school devotions most days.
For lunch, we eat at the Snack Shop (Quisqueya outdoor cafeteria). It's an entree, a little salad (same salad every day), fruit or vegetable, and juice. The entrees are about half Haitian, half American. The American ones have been lasagna, hamburger, spaghetti, etc. The Haitian ones are usually a meat/gravy stew over either rice, beans, or rice and beans. I've liked every single day's food - most of it is like beef stroganoff. The fruit is UNREAL - so amazing. They have two kinds of little oranges- sour and sweet. They're almost as tiny as tangerines. The pineapple is to die for. It's refreshing to see fruit the way it grows naturally - no genetically modified with dyes injected in. At first I was wary of the fruit- spotty colors, imperfect weird shapes - then I remembered, 'Hey, this is what fruit looks like naturally! What a concept' The juice choices are either red Koolaid or a yellow orange/grapefruit juice combo that's fresh squeezed and I love it. They also have a coleslaw-looking condiment called "pickles" (say it "pick-leez") that is super spicy. Haitians put it on everything, but I usually skip it.
For dinner we eat light. No dishwasher + no freezer + no microwave + no pots + must walk to the store = affects our dinner options. We've had a lot of PBJ sandwiches, some Campbell's soup. Last night we prepared (read: Ben prepared) to make spaghetti with some ground beef, but it was totally rancid - just two days after we bought it :( . So we had grilled cheese instead. Two nights ago we made macaroni and cheese in our tiny saucepot. I wash the dishes by hand and cover them with dishtowels while drying to keep off the dust.
Community in Action
I've been meaning to write about this for awhile - the community around us has been so supportive. Our first day in our house, John Ackerman took us shopping and saw how expensive the towels were. The next day, his wife Jodie shows up at school with a bag full of towels for us. Then, the next day she hears we don't have a pot, so she shows up with a little extra one she had to give us. The next day, our next door neighbor Bill brings us a bag of fresh wheat rolls he's made.
On Sunday, we went to church at the Heaths' home. Carol fills two shopping bags with stuff for us - pitchers, ice trays, a better shower curtain (goodbye Saran wrap shower curtain!), bath mat, shower curtain rings, and an extra pair of sheets. Everyone's offering to drive us where we need to go, and we're having to juggle lots of dinner dates as everybody invites us over to meet their families and welcome us. Not to mention the Herseys, who fed and drove us around for 5 days getting set up. Last night we had an issue with water again- called Bill, he's talking to the landlord for us.
It's awkward for us, because Americans structure their lives so we never need anybody for anything. We don't know how to receive. We don't know how to rely on each other. We don't want to be a burden. But B and I? We're practically newborns. We need. We don't know how to do anything, find anything, buy anything, say anything. It feels so awkward, but its a good lesson for us. How to need. How to accept.
PS Zero mosquito bites yesterday - thanks for the prayers, Team!