Day 2: August 21, 2010

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I’m not sure where to begin or how to finish.  There are not words to describe the sights that I have witnessed today.
We landed in Port au Prince, Haiti midday and were shuttled in hot, crowded buses to the customs line which was equally hot and crowded which then led to the baggage claim which was even hotter and more crowded and then you step outside where the sights and sounds attack your senses.  It is poverty in ways you’ve only read about.
It’s late here and I don’t have the words or energy to expand on everything that I saw today so I will just bullet point things I want to remember.  I’m not sure I can ever forget what images have been imprinted on my mind today.
~Aggressiveness of bag handlers~
~Miles and miles of tents~
~Men and women using gutters to bathe~
~Children walking across streets of busy, fast roadways~
~AK47s w/backup ammunition guarding Texaco~
~Little boys in tent city playing with one toy made of trash~
~Tap taps~
~litter.  Piles and piles of trash~
~funeral procession in Jacmel~
~Woman drinking water out of a antifreeze bottle~
~Women balancing just about anything on their heads~
~T.V. antennas sticking out of tents~
~faultline cracks from earthquake~
~collapsed buildings~
~eyes of a begging boy~

Then we enter the hands and feet orphanage in Jacmel.  We have long, wonderful talks with Bob, Michelle and Patrick.
There are children sitting in my lap and loving my photos of my family.
I walked into one of the children’s rooms and was instantly taken back to Kazakhstan.  The smell of orphanage is the exact same and it’s one that stays with you for a lifetime.
I had an ice cold shower.  I couldn’t even put my whole body in it.

A creek where people bathe and get drinking water

For dinner our cook made us rice and fish with the head and scales still on.  For those of you who know me you know I hate seafood but I had vowed to try everything that was put before me this week.  I ate very little of the fish and found myself quite disgusted by my dad eating around the eyeballs and other team members picking meat off the bones.  Can’t wait to see what else I will be forced to try this week.

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About ThinkingWithVitality

Wife, Mama, Certified Wellness Life Coach, Certified Vet Tech, adoption and special needs advocate, adventure seeker, wannabe vegetarian, freethinker, knowledge hunter, secular humanist. Love writing, distance running, cycling, hiking, photography, nature, essential oils, natural medicine, traveling, RVs and tents, reading, adventures, organizing, authentic living, good beer, acoustic music and happy to have landed in Costa Rica for this moment in time.

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