It is sad that Haiti is only 1 1/2 hours from Miami and is suffering so much. This is a picture of flying over Miami
What a week! We got home on Monday around 4pm, where we then packed up our bedroom. Tuesday we packed some more and moved on Wednesday. Thursday we painted, Friday we painted and drove to National Guard and we will drive home today (Saturday)...just breathing...that's where I'm at.
However, I miss Haiti. I miss the simplicity, the people, the lack of air conditioning, the bo (believe it or not), walking, not caring what you look like or what you wear. Yet, I am grateful for the food and especially water. I found myself hoarding liquids just so I would have something to drink. We drank a lot of Coke which tasted incredible because it is made with real sugar.
We arrived in Haiti on a Monday and stayed at a hotel called The One Love. That first night we didn't have a lot of water to shower...enough to wash my hair. We slept with a lizard on the ceiling. We left for Thamazeau Tuesday morning and arrived at the hospital, I think around 11...there aren't a lot of clocks and time is irrelevant. Before we turned on the one dirt road that led to Thamazeau, we were stopped by the police. In a village they have two speed bumps and in between the speed bumps sets a police station. Our driver was stopped and had to get out and explain where we were going and why he had a bunch of white Americans with him. As we drove through villages kids would come running out of school yelling, "Mr. Blonc, Mr. Blonc!" Just on Tuesday we set up clinic and saw I think 67 patients. While we were in the hospital little kids from the village where we were staying and other kids from surrounding villages would stick their hands through the gates and our windows asking for shoes, food...anything we had. The would also say "fi" which I don't know if that's how you spell it but it means dieing. They would say if you don't help me I will die.
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