Villa St-louis Port-au-Prince

Salut groupe!<br><br>Quelques images de promenades en montagne, à 30 minutes de la maison. Avant de venir ici, dans les images que je me projettais de Haiti, non, je ne voyais pas de montagnes. Mais c'est très beau, farci de sentiers, on peut marcher partout, c'est fabuleux! Et en marchant, on traverse champs d'oignons, de mais ...

... des nombreux bars de la ville. Elle semblait avoir un deuxième souffle !<br><br>· Il paraît qu'ici ça fait pas mal Afrique noire. Les gens, le chaos, la désorganisation, le rythme lent, les rendez-vous qu'on ne tient pas, les bus trop pleins, les villes non finies, mais pleines d'espoir...<br><br>· On entend des locaux bien nantis combien c'était beau ici, y'a pas si longtemps, dans le temps des Duvalier. « Au moins ...

... hopefully prevent! I am reunited with Kenya who was there two years prior. Although she is still somewhat malnourished she looks much healthier. Her sister, Berland, is staying there as well. It is just not possible for their mother to feed them. She hopes they will be adopted. During the waiting game of red tape the clinic staff takes care of them. Mary Ann and I take them on a walk outside. We come ...

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 ...

This was my first city outside of the US and let me say, it was a bit of an eye opener. The airport was not like typical US airports with friendly attendants. There were guards checking all of our bags and others standing around with guns. As soon as we stepped out of the airport, there were homeless people ...

... are no cabinets for storage, no relevant books and no materials. The walls are pretty much transparent. School is not free in Haiti so basically wherever you are you have to pay tuition. A curriculum is being worked on so there is continuity for the students. Another component for the people of St. Pierre will hopefully be skills training. My Haiti dream comes true. I get to ride a donkey. JR finds a man named Claude who ...

... Boniface's driver) has run out of gas. He has to walk to the gas station. We have a soda on the side of the road. Coca Loca for me, it's delicious. Right after I chug it Tim asks me if I remembered to wipe the top of the bottle (thanks for mentioning that now). We really get an eye level view of the poverty and despair. We get on the road again to stop at another gas station to fill up one of the trucks. Driving throught PAP is ...

... entiende), video y todos los ojos sobre aquella morenaza y su diácono acompañante. Saldo: todo bien, aunque me quedé con ganas de más baile. Lamentablemente me perdí el reveillon de Service et Fraternité, el último de nuestra maratón. Usted preguntará por qué, siendo de tan cándida timidez como lo soy, me perdí el último reveillon. Pues porque fui a visitar las otras misiones oblatas en el Departamento del Noreste, a saber, a Ouanaminthe Capotille, Mont ...

... unas fotos: busquen el PHOTO ALBUM. Espero poder escribir al menos una vez al mes. Estén bien, y preparen el camino del Señor. PEOPLE, Advent greetings from the new Liturgical Year! I apologize for such long silence. Not enough? Read them and weep: I wish I could say a burning apostolic zeal and multiple missionary endeavours kept me from writing, but my long silence was mainly due to a two week long diarrhea. Yes, I know: how can anyone have diarrhea for ...

... to trace my fingers along those impossibly deep curves, trickle water in and see it cup and mirror in the hazy sunlight. I tried to banish any surprise from my face, concentrating on the symmetry of their bodies, of the primordial need for physical contact. The second woman I came to lay perfectly still until I reached her shoulders, and then she struggled up, slowly stripping off her shirt. It came off, a leaf blown dry to crumple on the floor, and she settled back down ...