Take your right hand and make a backwards "c". That's what Haiti looks like. Now, right there in the squishy part where your thumb meets your pointer finger, that's Port-au-Prince. It's a big, dirty city build to accommodate 300,000 that now smashes in over 4,000,000 people. It's smack in a bowl of a valley. There is a brown haze over the city.
People in the middle and upper classes go to the beach when they can, along the beautiful coastline around the bottom of your pointer finger, just north of PAP. The air is clear, and the beach is just as beautiful as when Captain Morgan and his fellow pirates used to hide booty here. Some very large families even own beach homes. And, luckily, I scored one of those kiddos in my discipleship group.
So we went. The family hosting us was incredibly gracious. I loved hearing their stories of life in Haiti and all they've gone through raising a family here. I enjoyed the heck out of hot showers and tropical fruit juices. Haitian cherry juice is the most delicious drink I've ever had. There was peace.
Ben was in the Dominican with the Quisqueya basketball team, so I just got to pour into my girls and look at the ocean.
|Brittany (holding her son Isaiah), the girls, and me|
|Brittany plus her husband, two boys, and the youngest daughter of our host|
|Brit's son Asher loves to hang out with the ladies|
|Me, very sunburned, relaxing with Isaiah in the hammock|
Love my chickens.