(Not So) Wordless Wednesday: A Haitian ThrowbackTuesday, May 14, 2013
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I love to travel, though I haven't been able to do it much, and lately the bug has been stronger than usual. To placate it, I've been looking through pictures from my 2009 trip to Haiti (pre-earthquake), and I thought I'd share some with you :)
I went as part of a missions team with my church, and we stayed in a mission compound in a tiny village called La Digue that contained a house, school, and church, as well as other buildings.
This was the view from the porch of the mission house. The building on the left had been turned into a sewing workshop. They taught the village women to use sewing machines, taught them how to sew simple bags (which they have available for sale), and pay them wages to help support their families (though where we were, bartering was quite common, but there were larger towns farther away where they could purchase items and services).
Everyone in the village had a goat, and everyone knew which goat belonged to which person. They would often sneak onto the compound to hang out and eat (and get chased by my friend Seth, who desperately wanted to touch one -- and failed).
One night in the middle of our stay, one of the women from the village came and cooked us a Haitian meal. I don't remember every item on the menu, but we had chicken Creole, goat Creole, a beet salad, fresh mangoes and bananas, and fried plantains. I absolutely LOVED the plantains, and tried the goat (it was good, but I felt weird about eating a goat, so I just had a couple of bites). The fruit there tastes so much better than it does here. The bananas were like velvet, and the mangoes were sweeter and juicier than any I'd ever had here in the USA. I actually don't eat bananas nearly as often as I used to, because it makes me sad that they don't taste as good.
The mission house occupied the top floor of the main building, and the bottom floor was a primary school. School wasn't in session when we were there though.
There were turkeys running around everywhere too :)
The mission delivers "love bundles" (bags with toiletries, toys, and peanut butter) to neighboring villages, and one day we went and delivered some. This was my first non-aerial view of the ocean, from a small mountain village.
Another day, we walked to a nearby village called Barbancourt, where we helped serve lunch to the local children and spent time coloring and talking with them (some of the children do speak English, because it's taught in at least some of the schools at a certain age). It took about an hour, but we got to see some cool things. We trekked through a banana/fig/plantain field, and hiked through a gorge and stream.
On our last full day, the missionaries took us to Wahoo Bay Beach resort for a day of fun and relaxation. It was also the first time I went in the ocean (and boy, it was hard to get me out!), and the first time I went snorkeling. I had a blast, and I can't wait to get back to the ocean!
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