Palm Inn Port-au-Prince

... les calories du jour, ou c&#8217;est le yoga sur le balcon de la chambre. Puis retour du mari : apéro à la chambre, souper beurré en terrasse, retour à la chambre, dodo.<br><br>En bref, vacances ! On commence à se faire des connaissances: québécois, haitiens, et un cubain de Montréal!<br><br>On aura la maison vendredi, un char j&#8217;espère avant le vendredi (faudra bien faire une commande pour remplir le frigo : on ...

... up with our translators as well, Dee and Martin. We definitely could not do it without them. They are a wealth of knowledge and are so patient explaining, and re-explaining, things. (For example, Laurie comments that she has not seen any cats in Haiti, and Martin tells us it is because they eat them! PETA does not have an office here!) Martin learned English from watching Jerry Springer shows off of pirated cable TV! As we head ...

... by. Last year I missed this whole ride. I had a bad sinus infection and all I could do was drift in and out as we bumped along. This year I am taking it all in. Trying to imprint it all on my mind and heart. It will be over a year before I can return since next year I plan on being in Australia this time of year. We arrive at the airport, and at first we all sit on the ground on the concrete porch where the light is. Sammie hands out ...

On behalf of Port-au-Prince, I want to wish you a happy new year! De la part de Port au Prince, Je veux vous souhaiter une bonne année! It's raining....which is weird, because it has been constantly sunny since we got here. And when it rains here, it pours. It seems like someone is dumping buckets on us. Two nights ago, I engaged in an all out ...

Up bright and early again. I take another shower to use up all my travel supplies. I'm still not really clean though. Not too much stuff to bring home as we leave almost all our clothing behind. We all by some arts and crafts souvenirs at Hospice. The fact that this place is run solely on donations is amazing. Getting to the airport is smooth. I will not miss the brutal heat and chaoticness of ...

... an avocado and only takes one bite...food waster. I'm staring at it on his plate drooling. After dinner five of us decide to walk up the mountain despite the fact that it just rained and it's almost dark. We have that adventurous spirit. We will not be stopped! It's crazy, muddy and rocky. We met Solange who is coming down. She says "go back, go back". Other Haitians stop and stare, they call us foolish whities ...

... the Jungle"). The men from Hospice were there with Missy (she works at Hospice House). They did a fantastic job of getting everyone away. We waited outside in the sun (HOT) for about 40 minutes. Unfortunately when Bill, Chris, and Dave came back they were only able to get one van. Apparently Hertz was not cooperative! Eight of us piled in the van with as much of the bags as ...

... soy religioso oblato porque veo necesidades en el mundo a las que puedo responder en comunidad según nuestro carisma. Los oblatos trabajamos preferentemente con "los más abandonados." Aunque yo sea "urbanito", siempre me he sentido muy llamado a trabajar en el campo y con los campesinos, que está muy abandonado en casi todos los países. Por otra parte, junto con muchos otros religiosos, los oblatos nos damos cuenta de la migración a los centros urbanos ...

... though I have no news on the results, I did hear two people got killed in Limonade - about 40 minutes away. I invested some good time last week to prepare the homily for the Second Sunday of Advent. And though I love preaching, and I really take to heart that preparing the Sunday homily starts on Monday, this has been a huge task! Preaching is already hard as it is. Add to this the fact that I am still not very familiar with the culture, that is to say ...

... back and seeing everyone walk in the room, talking about the babies that they held, the hopefulness of life at the orphanage, and here were the three of us, who had just been giving massages to sick and dying people. It didn't feel right or fair, and I'm not sure who I'm angry for, me or the women. Even now, when I hear someone laughing, it feels like they don't understand what Mary, Julie, and I saw. I'm angry, I'm betrayed, but there's no real rational for these feelings ...