The amount of images I have from each day is overwhelming. It would be too immense to just place in one post per day-that and the fact that I forgot to adjust my timestamp in my camera is proving to make it all the more difficult in determining what day I took each picture. These following pictures are also from day 3. Then we can get to day 4!
My morning began at 3:30 am.. They were not kidding about the adjustment to the time zone, or lack thereof. I looked at is as an opportunity and stole way to the rooftop and stared at the stars. All of them unfamiliar. A quarter moon shining just bright enough to see the silhouettes of palm trees and buildings in the distance. I sat there listening to the village come to life. First the birds, the roosters then a muslim call to prayer, followed by the bells o the hindu shrine. Each sound unique and distinct, some haunting and some comforting. And then the sweet sound of the children rising for the day.
Our daily agenda began with calisthenics that harkened to old movies I have seen where the staunch Brits do deep knee bends and plan their day around Tiger hunts a top elephants. Yet no Brits and no elephants, and thankfully, no tigers! Post exercise I was coerced into tasting the coffee-something I really dislike, however, this was not just any coffee. It was chai coffee with water buffalo milk and sugar. And it was delicious!!! I was quickly addicted and greedy for every last drop I could gulp down.
Sunday is market day-their equivalent of the farmers market. It was a plethora of scents and sights. Sometimes it might be better to not know what it looks like before it’s cooked.We headed to Sunday services where shortly into the service the children started dropping like flies. One by one they sunk down into their seats, slid down to the floor or flopped their bodies on top of my lap and fell asleep. It was fantastic! The Americans were then asked to come forward at the end of service to pray over anyone who might want it. It was a wonderful opportunity to pray directly for people and their needs.
Sleeping babes. (photo credit: Stephanie Crane)
Daily onion chopping.
On our way to market.
All you can eat shrimp?
My first full day ater market was filled with the children and all wanting a “photo”. I have what seems to be a mountain of images of the kids that I cannot fit into this post but will do so on my next entry.
After lunch we headed back to the village for a kids camp. It is basically like a one day VBS. There is a lot of singing and dancing, a short skit and a quick talk about the skit and its meaning. The kids then get a free meal and a craft. We were in this small school room, with resembles more like a lean to, with 100 kids. Here are some pictures of it all.
Peter and his posse.
Rrrrrro Rrrrrrro one of our Village Champions!
Katie getting her groove on.
Patty showing Ro Ro how it is done!
“And that kids is how you take a selfie!”
After the kids camp we went back to the compound and had some down time. We ventured over to Madame Cheap Cheap’s market stall. Madame Cheap Cheap is actually a whole family that sells wares and souvenirs and they are all related. However, they each have their own section and they try to out sell each other. It is quite comical. There is the matriarch, the original Madame Cheap Cheap, seen here:
Then there is her daughter, her son and all her grandchildren.
Michael was given the name “Big Booty Cheap Cheap” . Here he is getting his braids that they promised would make him look like Justin Bieber…..
The moon is creeping……
Kelly, our worship leader and jam-master K, also known as the “preacher!”
One of my favorite pictures, Port-Au-Prince at night.
The morning of our 4th day in Haiti we were taken on a tour of the Mission of Hope complex. Here are some photos of the complex, as well as a few of some more Strategic Village Time.
The morning light.
Souvenirs from nature.
Basketball court that doubles as a movie theater on campus!
All of these images are part of the orphanage. Mission of Hope does not do international adoptions, as they want the children to be raised in Haiti to become leaders of the next generation.
The next images are of some of the school buildings.
Mike Two Two
The interior of the church.
Paula trying to wash clothes. I did say trying. A for effort!
After hearing about Michael’s broken washing machine, the locals gave him a lesson on doing it himself. Not really, we all know Michael would just go buy new clothes.
This family ran a small market out of their home and this little girl was taking care of the customers and taking their money. I am thinking her math skills are superior to my own!
Heading in for lunch! The rest of our day was an adventure that will be continued in the next post!
So we continue on the odyssey of the solo camping trip with the children……. This is LuLu helping set up the tent.
Not too bad if I say so myself…..
Our first moring!
Our neighbors. We need to get that one next time!
We took in some beach time…
And a bit of putt putt…
The next night was the night of the thunderstorms. The thunder woke me about 1:00 am and by 2:00 am I had to go to the bathroom really, really, really bad. So I got up and braved the elements to pee int he woods, only to find it lightly misting, so I bolted to the bathroom. Of course, when I got back the rain and thunder had stopped, but the wind kicked in. I was sure that we were going to be blown away. I was awake until 5:30 am. We got up the next morning and it was 52 degrees out and this is what LuLu thought would be good to wear!
But the sky was blue and held the promise for an adventurous day ahead!