Hotel Habitation Hatt Port-au-Prince

... sera plus à l&#8217;hôtel !), et je travaillerai bientôt à demi-temps pour Médecins du monde Canada. Et oui, on retour avec eux ! <br><br>Assez pour ce jourd&#8217;hui. Quelques photos d&#8217;autour de l&#8217;hôtel. Demain, des impressions du pays, de l&#8217;atmosphère, des gens..<br><br>Bonswar ! (ah oui : 2 cours de créole par semaine : fabuleusement facile et encourageant, après le désert de la langue viet!)<br><br>Marc

... the mountains we see hordes of people sitting by the road, selling whatever they can. The roads have improved since my last trip so our drive up, while long (five hours for fifty-five miles) is smooth. We stop at various points for pictures. Whenever we stop people gather around us. They are so hungry and you can see the malnutrition. They are also so friendly and kind. They love for us to take their picture with a digital ...

... South Beach Diet breakfast bars. The one I get is like cinnamon French toast. Very yummy. A bunch of us move over to the seating area. I am noticing all the bug bites on my arms. They are hideous. I didn't get bit once last year, but this year despite all the bug spray I was eaten alive. Must have been all the rain. I have left the bug spray at the guest house but Sammie has Off wipes, so we all slather up. Seems to work. While we ...

... war against mosquitoes in our bedroom around 1h00. Armed with clogs, I slaughtered four and shooed the rest away. Apparently they tolerate my brother's cologne, but despise our ancient Chinese anti-mosquito spray. It's manufactured in France by an American pharmaceutical company. Yay globalization! The 7-UP here is much sweeter here. I love it!

God is Good There have been some really neat things that just show how God cares for us... 1. I had sent a box down to Haiti in May with all my hygiene products - shampoo, conditioner, razors etc. When I got here, all the shampoo, conditioner, soap, and razor handle had been removed. I had brought one small bottle of each of these products in my suitcase, I thought I would have to use these sparingly until I went to the US ...

... We have time before our flight for some duty-free shopping. Some other group is waiting to leave as well and they all have matching t-shirts. I think this is something we need to look into Bill! I'm looking forward to diving into some real food in Miami. Tim has a game for us to play, making balloon animals. Seems like good clean fun till one pops, which sounds like a gunshot. Gunshots in the ...

... Three of the men stayed back and were able to get a small pick-up to bring the rest. Hopefully tomorrow we will secure the vehicles we need. As we drove through the streets, the sights amazed. Crowds, garbage, poverty, dirty water everywhere you look. Driving here is a completely different experience. The roads are small, twisty, people darting back and forth (no traffic ...

... las grandes necesidades que existen en los ambientes más secularizados. No soy indiferente a esto: incluso me parece que es una de las misiones más desafiantes, puesto que exige un gran compromiso comunitario, una respuesta profética creativa y audaz. Pienso en Haití y siento que me pide "quédate": la realidad pastoral es desafiante, el trabajo es verdaderamente oblato, y la gente ha sido y es muy participativa, muy esperanzada y mi mayor motivación ...

... s lives, customs and traditions... PLUS the language! Tools: the Jerusalem Bible (in Spanish - excellent gift from my godmother, when I entered the Oblate Community), "Preaching the New Lectionary" (a lifesaver), a PC, powered by Intel Pentium II (though slowed down by Windows XP), a French-English dictionary (thanks to the generosity of Fr. Jack Schwider, who now enjoys life in Tepoztlán, Morelos), a "501 French Verbs" book and a "Bescherelle ...

... re simply here. The next afternoon, the boarding house for disabled children that we stayed in offered for us to come help with massage therapy with the kids downstairs. We had to don latex gloves for it, and I walked down into the room, saw the rubber gloves, and recoiled. The plastic smell, the blue-tinted fingers, all glared at me, and the faces of women swam before me. "I think I'm going to go rest for a while," I choked out to my dad. "I don't think I can do this." He ...