I.B.O. Beach Hotel Port-au-Prince

... comme presque partout ailleurs d'ailleurs) alors on voit quotidiennement les femmes, les enfants, les hommes monter rues et ruelles avec de l'eau sur la tête ou à bout de bras. Oui, c'est moche...

Vous verrez sur la photo Google Earth l'emplacement de Pétionville, la municipalité où on vit, sur les flancs sud de PAP. Sur les flancs nord, pas grand chose. Sur une des photos, vous verrez de ces maisons grises, toutes juste à côtés de notre quartier de Morne Calvaire, dans P ...

... 8221; as they were not being targeted. Apparently, the guard at El Rauncho was in cahoots with a thief who stole from the hotel (possibly from the hotel Casino). The guard had to make a show of trying to catch the thief, and my colleague and the woman with the eggs happened to be in the street at showtime.

El Rancho was not very raunchy in my opinion, though it did seem well past its heyday. Its sumptuous reception halls and elaborate swimming pools (complete with ...

... beautifully outfitted as well in blue shirts and black skirts. Being selected for the choir is an honor, most of the women are looked up to as role models in the community. Dr. Leo plans to train them as service workers (think informal social work). The singing is the highlight of the Mass as the voices are uplifting! Although the Mass is in French we are able to follow along well. It's beautiful and ...

... up at him and how happy he seemed brought me back to why I am on this mission.

I scanned the faces in front of me and forgot about my complaints. Twenty people sat there in their best dressed clothes and shoes, looking a little bewildered and slightly frightened. Their best has stitch lines and patches. Their shoes don't fit. Then I think about human nature's uncanny ability to become comfortable and how people take things for granted. Some of the patients had never been in an ...

... ability to adapt to all of the challenges and adversity life brings on a daily basis. It always makes you think about how easy our lives are in the states and it is hard not to feel guilty or wonder why?? As we flew out of Port Au Prince, I realized that I wasn't ready to leave Haiti. I began to feel tears in my eyes...I couldn't believe how sad I was to leave. My only wish is that I left a fraction of the impression on the people ...

Qu'est-ce qu'on mange en Haïti? / What do you eat in Haiti? Pour le petit-déjeuner, on mange du pain avec du « peanut butter » ou bien les oeufs. En après-midi plusieurs encas sont disponsibles. Moi, je préfère les pâtés (pain léger avec la viande dedans), mais ma mère aime bien les cannes à sucre et les frescos (glace avec l'arome du menthe ...

September 1994 - March 1995 It started on a Friday afternoon. As we conducted our last bit of duties for the day, all everyone could think of was getting to the weekend. The week had been long and we were ready to cut loose. Before we left work, our worlds would be changed forever. We were told to return to work at 7 am the next morning. We had been notified that we would deploy to the Republic of Haiti, per the President's orders. Yeah ... By the following Monday morning ...

... at dinnner-spicey okra (yummy) and corn mash. At night we sit on the porch for cocktails and it feels just like a tropical resort (with big spiders, cockroaches, smells, and sweat). The laughs are plentiful and I think everyone is having a great time. Big discussion on health care, is it a right or a privledge? The girls politely listen for awhile, then decide it's too much to digest on ...

... dí cuenta que no, que no es así, y que no son tonterías. ¿Por qué pienso esto? Porque vivimos para la fiesta, por la fiesta, en la espera, en los preparativos, en la fiesta (que no es sino un distante instante), y luego vivimos del recuerdo, de las fotos, del video y de las crónicas. Porque la fiesta da sentido a la vida: a nuestras vidas y a las de cada uno. Cierro la nota antropológica. La estructura del Reveillon a los que fuí es la siguiente ...

... I don't know that I should really discuss this online because his life has been threatened by the United Nations (MINUSTAH). If you'd like to know more I'd gladly share with you in person. I barely met the man, but it is amazing to see someone risking so much when so few will ever recognize his contribution. In the morning of January 2nd we left St. Joseph's for the airport to Cap Haitien. More on that later.