Back in Haiti...March 2015
Back in Haiti again. Travel was relatively uneventful. I had a brief ‘point of tension’ in Miami when the lady at the counter said I could only check in one bag…and I was travelling with three (plus carry on and computer bag). The problem was that for the first flight I flew first class, but for the second flight there was no possibility of first class. When I complained, she calmly said her supervisor had told her what to do…or not do, as the case may be. I complained a bit more. I was looking at tossing one bag in the trash or paying $150 to have them checked in. The good lady at the counter punched some keys and printed some tags. She said, “Where’s your second bag.” I gave it to her. She took all three. I expressed my appreciation. Then she sent me on my way. I came back several minutes later after realizing I didn’t have my baggage claim tickets. I found her and explained the situation. She took my ticket, flipped it over and said, “I put them back here, Sweat heart.” I expressed my appreciation once again.
They began paving the road. It’s a bit underwhelming. The path is really, really skinny. When I saw it, I had to look twice. Folks say they are only going to do two paths and they’ll be skinny just like that one. I sure hope not. Lots of wasted space if that’s all they will pave. We shall see, as they say.
The first few days back in Haiti are always fun. Folks are happy to see you. You can catch up on the big events that happened in people’s lives while you were away. And then people always tell me I’m bigger than when I left. It happens every time. And I am bigger. I’ll be back to ‘playing weight’ in a few weight.
Sleep was awesome last night, my first night back in my house. No sheet or blankets. You just spread your limbs out on the bed and drift away. In the middle of the night I felt a cool air drifting down onto my head from the window I purposely designed to cool my bed at night. Perfect.
Seventy-four degrees at 7:30 this morning and over ninety by lunch. You say, "It can't be THAT warm." Well, it was.
It had to wait twenty minutes for a single Facebook page to come up on my laptop. You say, "It can't be THAT slow." Well, it is.
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Missionary in Haiti.