Well I had something all typed up just ready to send out and the inevitable happened, connection and Internet problems galore.  So I'm starting over.  It's not as fun as it was the first time.  In fact it now seems like a chore.  I'm an angry American right now.

Jamie and Oriol practicing the speech

Students

awesome kids

my new friend

Since I'm too lazy to re-write everything all over I'm going to take the skimming approach to story telling.  Yeah I might be risking my story telling abilities because the audience will likely have to fill in the blanks with what actually happened.  I'd just assume the worst because it makes for better stories in the long run.

Slept like crap.  Some bug was crawling on me (unknown what it was).  Could have sworn something bit me in the butt.  It could have been a dream but I woke up several times feeling my ass believing I was bit by some terribly venomous bug...still alive over 12 hours later.  No signs of impending death are noted as of yet.  If you never hear from me again that means I'm dead.

Kids are destructive here.  Nothing is safe from breakage.  They yanked off the back of this tricycle that has a wooden box.  As anticipated one of the kids stepping on the nail protruding from the back. Not a big fan of blood but found out the staff hates it worse than me.  They are in fear of HIV.  I wasn't that afraid, I just don't really care for blood.  Well that and when I was a kid I stepped on a nail and I begged my mom not to pull the wood out that was attached to my foot.  I'm pretty sure I would have been content to keep the dirty nail and the board stuck to my life for my remaining years.  It didn't happen.  I remember the event vividly.  Moving on....

The market that we drove down the middle

Drove a hour to go to this church so my friend Jamie could speak to about 50 people about American Culture.  I called it the Haitian/American Symposium because I think it sounds government like.  We made contact with no less than 4 vehicles/motorcycles.  I don't know how it didn't happen before when we had the rental car in March.

The church

School chairs

I made friends with the kids since Jamie and her friend Oriol had to go over the notes for her presentation.  They took a gazillion photos and videos with my phone.

Haitian kids love the "blancs" hair.  They all wanted to feel it touch it and smell it.  It did smell good because I had just used some good Bath and Body Works shampoo.  It made me want to take a nap.

We had to go find some food because it was hours later and I was getting woozy.  I ate 3 vanilla cookies. I gave the other one to Oriol because I didn't want to look like a hog and not share.

When we got back I saw a goat with a bucket on his head.  I told Jamie to go find someone to go get it off.  The goat was tripping and walking in to trees and bushes and I'm pretty sure was panic stricken and couldn't breathe good.  They said it was the second time today that a goat got a bucket on his head.  Well duh, smash the bucket or go get rid of it. Makes sense to me.  Eventually they got it off the critter.  I'm pretty sure he won't go back to that lot anytime soon.  I said goats are like cats, it's the curiosity that kills them...or someone who wants to eat them.

Bucket head goat

I had to lather up in hand sanitizer because I couldn't find the bug spray.  It wasn't my smartest move.  I had shaved off half the epidermis off my legs this morning and I was reminded of that instantly.  It smells bad enough, I figured the mosquitoes won't like.   I ended up taking another shower and putting on my nightly saturation of bug spray.  It's gross.  Beer does lessen the pain I've discovered.  I put that pink liquor that says "Kinky liquor" in the freezer.  I'm going to break it out tomorrow and see what happens.  I put the Rum Chata in there too that's disguised as shampoo in travel containers.  I know I'm having that.

Free Range Hogs

Ok,  I've expended all I have.

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