Well if you found your way back here you are probably thinking what the heck? Yes, I know I recently came back from Haiti, but it wasn't Haiti, it was Likey! I like Haiti. I mean there's a lot of things I don't like about it but they are more inconveniences than anything. We were out to dinner a month ago and my daughter asked what I wanted for Mother's Day. I pondered for a moment (seriously it was like one or two seconds, mostly because that's my attention spa). I dropped the mother lode of all bombs and it just popped out. I said, I want to go to Haiti. My husband said ok but the part that made his jaw drop was when I mentioned in a month. I sort of figured out the logistics in my head my typical fly by the seat of my pants plans.
In the end, I scammed, I mean, secured a ten day trip out of it. Seriously people, it's not a vacation in Haiti. It's literally about as hot as I would guess Hell would be. It's more dusty than it was during the Great Depression crossing the country on horseback. And that perpetual smell of looming death. I'm not kidding either.
So needless to say, I'm sitting in bed at my hotel anticipating that early wake up call. Thankfully, I'm travelling alone so I can't bitch at anyone but me. I ended up with two suitcases. I wanted one, but again the supply thing set me over the edge. It's all manageable. I went down to grab a quick bite, and when you are past hungry, dirt tastes really good. I thought it was fitting to order a "rebel runner". I told the server it was probably named after me. After she left, I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have said that, I sound fugitive like. She probably had someone go run my name just to check. It doesn't bother me to sit by myself at dinner. I enjoy watching the other folks dining. It's like a live TV show. There were two men eating and the one guy totally reminded me of my friend Brian, the Lunchwagon, Nallenweg. He totally likes to eat, and so did this one guy. I very rarely hear a grown man squeal with delight over cheese. I'm glad about that too. I mean I like cheese. I like cheese a lot as a matter of fact. He was very excited about food in general. The vigor and unbridled passion he had for eating steak was like nothing I had seen before. It was almost scary. Anyway, I took my rebel runner butt upstairs to try to get some shut eye before reality sets in at a very early time.
I do need to give a shout out to my friend Jean who (read my blog religiously) and bought me a filtered water bottle (now packed) as several bottles of "airport liquor". I asked her how old it was and where it came from. She believes it was from her in laws. It's in glass bottles which should tell you something. I don't think liquor goes bad. I got the idea to go hit up the liquor store and search of some liquor that I can bootleg down to Haiti. I told the guy I needed something I can drink on the fly and doesn't really need to be mixed with anything. It's not the easiest to find pop or fruit drinks to mix this stuff with so I need it to work alone. Rum Chata was/is a proven winner. He talked me into to something that is pink and all I read was something like "you'll get nasty". I don't know how to take that . I got a few. It might be a good nasty or a bad nasty, I'll let you know. And then he talked me into so flavored vodka that he swore you can just drink on the rocks. Unfortuantely, there isn't any ice I can likely get my hands on. I'm resourceful, so I'm sure I'll figure something out.
Anyway, I'm super pumped and jacked up about going down to Haiti and being thrown into bodily fluids and rice...not literally. Stayed tuned for more of my jazzed up and menacical postings.
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