I’ve gathered some of my favorite shots from 2013.
In 2013 I experienced Haiti in March, and the Bahamas in December. I witnessed the beauty that is my stubborn and exquisite hair growth. I successfully completed 75% of my graduate program in Speech language Pathology. I inked Costa Rica’s unofficial motto on my hip. Life was great to me in 2013. Cheers to an even more delicious 2014!
Read more about my exquisite goddaughter here and here.
Experiencing Haiti two weeks ago was another reminder of the joy that is available in the simple things.
With no televisions, Wii’s, and very fickle Wi-fi the group quickly took to nightly card games, board games and friendly banter. And when the power went out because we were running too much voltage in the compound we went to the open-air lounge and continued talking (in hushed voices) through the night.
Although according to our American standards and luxuries, Haiti is a “third-world country” it is ironic how with our luxuries, freedoms, access to goods and services, and consumer-driven economy people are not happier in America. We enjoy being a “First world” country but what about quality of life? What about happiness? What about satisfaction? I didn’t feel a weighty, emotional toll when I visited Haiti because everyone I came in contact with had a bright-white smile on their face, the children possessed an eagerness to learn, and the young adults held on to hope that education would take them wherever they could dream– with the understanding that they will have to leave Haiti to “make it.”
I saw people going on about their business (no matter how big or small) in a country that is under-served and almost invisible to the rest of the Americas.
“Poor” is relative. Poor can be a physical state. Poor can also be a mental state. I don’t like using the terms first world and third world. I’d rather describe Haiti as underprivileged and underserved, but the people and indelible spirit of Haiti is undoubtedly: rich.
So as I independently learn more about Haiti and its sensitive history, I will not forget Haiti for what it has taught me; that the most important things in life, or what I really NEED cannot be purchased.
I literally could not sleep on Saturday night (March 9th) as the time had finally come to accept the fact that THIS WAS REALLY HAPPENING. I was going to spend 8 days serving in Haiti! This is the second time in my school career where I had gotten the chance to travel somewhere that made people go… WHAT? WHY?ARE you crazy? Are you serious?!
The first place was back in 2008 when I decided to take Spanish classes in Guayaquil, Ecuador (you can read more about that experience here). Everyone thought it would be more appropriate to go to Spain or Argentina…but I’m a bit of a non-conformist. This time around, I didn’t tell anyone that I was going to Haiti until the week of. Considering that I don’t know how many opportunities I would have to have an all-expenses paid trip to serve, I considered myself not having anything to loose and everything to gain. AND I WAS TOTALLY RIGHT!
We landed in Port-Au-Prince around 2pm to the heat that typically greets you on most Caribbean islands. The only difference was that this heat was not humid in nature, but more dry heat. The mountains that surround the landscape are not green, but brown, but still very mystical in nature. The name given by the original inhabitants of Haiti (Carib tribe and Taino Indians) is Ayiti or Ayti (sounds like eye-ti) meaning “mountainous land” or “land of high mountains.” After we loaded all our luggage and everyone in two vans, we were on the road.
Riding through Port-Au-Prince, there was much to see. The streets were constantly busy; full of colorful and creative buses (the first car you see on the right side of the video), street vendors, lots of people going about their business, and dust for days (most main roads were paved, but not all of them).
When we finally reached the compound, we were in for a day of Haitian food (more on that in a later post- for the FOODIES!), acclimating ourselves to the compound, and getting to know one another. It was a nice relaxing Sunday. I tried to get some school work done with the hopes that our power didn’t go out. This compound, and trip, was not meant for divas or for people who are anti-bugs (I don’t think any Caribbean island is made for those who can’t embrace the outdoors). I’m pretty low maintenance for a chick 🙂 and was more nervous about mosquitoes than anything (thank God for OFF! and sleeping nets).
As I mentioned in my previous post, we stayed at the compound of the Haitian American Caucus, which doubles as a school for the community (shameless plug: If you’re interested in a long-term volunteer opportunity in Haiti, visit their website). Monday morning around 7:30am, we heard the children running around downstairs playing basketball and awaiting their Flag Ceremony, a daily routine likened to our Pledge of Allegiance. During the Flag Ceremony, the children sing a hymn and then recite their national anthem while being led by their director. The first day included hearing screening, dental screenings and infectious diseases education (on malaria, the importance of washing your hands, etc) and we also got the opportunity to help with the English language classes in the afternoon. It was a busy day, but so rewarding!