As I flew into Port Au Prince, I was shocked by how
beautiful the ocean was. Seriously. Crystal blue waves crashing upon a sandy
white shore? Nope. Beautiful waves crashing into one-room shanties that seem to
have almost grown up out of the ground there are so many so packed in. I can
honestly say as I flew into it and drove through the streets, the poverty
struck me as hard and relentlessly as the waves wrecking against the huts. These
people have practically nothing. The streets I wound my way through created a
sharp contrast with the beautiful landscape of mountains in the backdrop. I’m
exhausted but for the first few days I’m staying with a friend at a guest house
and I must admit, this place is going to spoil me - - I have running water,
clean drinking water (once it’s been purified), and meals here. But compared to
American standards, it’s still rough. No AC, no easy drinking water, bugs, and so many people. It's like you can walk on top of the people because there are that many. It’s crazy. I’ll leave on
Sunday to go live with two women named Mickey and Liz, who are doing some pretty
incredible medical work, and with them I’ll begin my true Haitian living
experience—hopefully it goes well.
I'm about to sit in on a Creol class so I should go and also I need to unpack. Hope all is well State side!
xx Leah
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