Friday, October 17, 2008

It Grows on You

We are back in Port-au Prince tonight after spending the past few days in Jacmel.  Jacmel is basically New Orleans without any electricity or running water (and thus no internet access).  This country might be growing on me because I am starting to see the beauty in her and her people.  

The turning point came for us yesterday when we rode the tap-tap for an hour in the pouring rain (remember the tap-tap is an open air pickup taxi).  Our tap-tap was 50% blancs and 50% local Haitians, so the whole experience was pretty interesting.  We just had to laugh the whole way back to the hotel.

We look forward to sharing all of our amazing stories and those of the people we have met.  A few final thoughts:

1 - When we first came here, I thought this would be our only trip to Haiti.  We both now think it might be the first of many.

2 - Most of what we know about Haiti in the US is either very exagerated or just plain wrong.  We have felt very safe the entire time we have been here (although a few of the bad slums in PAP are borderline nerve-racking).  We have walked and driven the towns, and the worst we've experienced is curious stares.  If people in the US knew what Haiti was REALLY like, they would come here to experience it.

3 - Some of the Hatians we met this week will be in Lincoln the first week of November for the Sheridan Lutheran annual leadership conference.  We will send out some information to you on this - these are some of the most amazing people we have met, and truly consider them our friends.

4 - We are very much looking forward to seeing Graceyn and the rest of our family and friends on Saturday night.

Love - Amy and James

1 comment:

lotusreaching said...

It grows on you and gets under skin and in your heart. We sat down at TGI Fridays for a good 'old American burger last night and I wept at a coloric intake the likes of witch our Haitian children are luck to get over a week.

Then in my sermons this morning, talking about "Living a Generous Life" I told the story of Nixon sitting in my lap and pulling my arms around him in what looked like an embrace of me hugging him but was actually just the reverse. I wept. My people wept. Nixon's my kid. He's now their kid too.

It was an incredible privilege to share this trip with you. Thanks for the cigar and Prestige time. I hope it's not the last...either here in the states or in Haiti.

Peace on you, Amy, and Grayson...

Nathan