The meals that I had were delicious. There was just one pretty big flaw to eating here. I stayed in an area with two connected rooms. One with a bed and desk, the other with just a desk.The room with just the desk, was my kitchen table. I was to eat every meal alone in. Again for those of you who know me, I like to talk. Not even having an option to talk, resulted in me talking to myself. I stared at a wall, attempted to read, but I just couldnt do it. That was probably the worst part of the week.
I woke up. First thing I saw was a tarantula. I was ready to begin my day. Day one was walking around the market, getting things that were needed for the week. Right outside the property was the place were people sell their live cows and goat, ect. After lunch, we went to the clinc where mostly women who are pregnant come, but some other patients are seen. A woman came in and she was going to have her twins! So this ment, I was going to get to help..... She didnt start until about 630 (it was dark) we didnt have light until about 5 minutes before the babies came. This whole process was interesting, and resulted in me knowing I dont want to give birth in Haiti, plus there are not pain meds...
The next day did some studying before breakfast, then went to the clinic. Because I had gotten friendly with the mom, I had enough courage to walk to the clinic alone and go see the babies. I was greeted by about 15 Haitian women.....So I just stood in silence as they all at once tried talking to me. They had given me a baby to hold so I was content. After about five minutes, a woman turned to me, started pulling up my shirt and was trying to give my breast to the baby......This might have been the most akward thing that has ever happened to me, not only because she was trying to give a baby my breast and everyone was looking, but she did it so fast, I didnt know what was happening in addition to not being able to communicate. Finally I just handed the baby back and left the room.
The rest of the days followed some structure. I woke up, studied, had breakfast, went to the clinic, had lunch, and either studied, talked with some people, worked with someone on my kreyol or played with children. By the end of the week I had one boy who was my boyfriend. We decided he was white, and I was black. Then had dinner and went to bed. One day I witnessed our dinner being killed, then got to enjoy it...
Over all the week was fantastic. I learned a lot and met some wonderful people. By the end, my brain was so tired, I was very happy to be back, with a shower and have the ability to speak english to people other than myself.
The next few pictures were from a few days before we left. We were informed that the president of Haiti was coming to a little public area in the center of town. So, we decided to go. I was excpecting a lot of security.... There was a little rope guarded by mostly boy and girl scouts and a few men with guns. We eventually worked our way to the front.... and one of the men with massive guns, let us go in front of the rope by the boy scouts, police and near the president. For a while we had enough room, but as time went on, people presenting the president, we were inching closer towards the stage where he was standing. When the president started speaking, thats when people started pushing, and getting closer. At the end he threw out soccer balls and money (not confirmed), but needless to say, we were pretty much trampled. At this point there was nothing the boy and girl scouts could do. We struggled to go the opposite way of the stampede. We were successful and got out of the crazyness so we dont really know what ended up happening, but I was assuming the worst, that a gun was going to go off in attempt to back the crowd up.
