The best part was that I got to share my life here with her, which becomes increasingly hard to explain to people in words.
Of the 26 visitors, they came from four different universities. Eastern, Quincy, Northwestern, and Notre Dame. Eastern and Quincy has a developed Haiti Connection, Northwestern came a long to explore the possibilities of developing a relationship, and Roy's daughter came from Notre Dame.
We were in Gros Morne for a few days. We helped carry rocks to build a house, visited with people, played with kids, we went swimming (some of us, including myself jumped off a 30ft cliff) and spent time with Haitians, enjoying their culture.
We then (all 29 of us) traveled for over 7 hours to another part of Haiti. We were the main attraction as we drove through towns. white people in the back of pickup trucks on top of our luggage.
For three days we were in a small town. Did a lot of hiking, did some work on some of the EIU projects, were present to the community, went to the market, had a small talent show,, sat in on a few meetings, played games with kids in the community, and continued to be present to each other and the Haitian culture.
Since I am EIU... It was also very cool to see what the group from my university has been doing for so many years! Like everyone in the group but Jen and Roy's daughter, I had never been to most of the places we visited after Gros Morne. Majority of the group, did not know me, and assumed I had been to Haiti, or the very least been involved in the Haiti Connection before making a year commitment... Their surprise and responses when I told them I was never involved in the Haiti connection, or have never traveled to Haiti, was humbling to me.
Since I am EIU... It was also very cool to see what the group from my university has been doing for so many years! Like everyone in the group but Jen and Roy's daughter, I had never been to most of the places we visited after Gros Morne. Majority of the group, did not know me, and assumed I had been to Haiti, or the very least been involved in the Haiti Connection before making a year commitment... Their surprise and responses when I told them I was never involved in the Haiti connection, or have never traveled to Haiti, was humbling to me.
Seeing one of my best friends, old friends and new friends leave was really difficult. I might have even shed a tear ... I think a lot of it was a lot of jealously. Knowing they were going home just in time for Christmas with their families made it really hard.
After the group left and as we were driving Jen and I decided we were going "home". We were excited to go back to the life and people we are familiar with, back to our own beds, and our community...
Heres what we did for Christmas:
On Christmas Eve, Jen and I made our debut in the choir we joined....
On Christmas day we didn't run to see if Santa came, wake up our parents, open presents, or get ready to go to see our families. We woke up like any other day. Jen and I enjoyed cornflakes and soy milk for breakfast together, which is always special..... We spent the rest of our day skyping our families, did some preparations for our meal, listened to christmas music and made some cakes.
We then went to a place here in town where people live that have no home, family, or both. We shared some cake, sodas, and were present with them for some time. It was a very special way to spend Christmas.
It was defiantly a different and very special Christmas.
Not being home for Christmas was a real challenge. It was the first year away from my whole family on Christmas. Yes it was a challenge, but I survived Christmas without them. After facing that challenge, I know I am being blessed in so many other ways.
some pictures from our traveling with Roys group......
This man gave the group these plantains to say thank you. |
Steven....Trying his best to speak to the kids. |
Part of the assembly line we had to carry rocks. |
The present lauren got from Steven. It is supposed to resemble what is around a lot of goat necks to keep them out of the neighbors gardens....
A massive truck passing us while we were driving on a road not big enough for two cars, at the edge of a mountain. |
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Our little community christmas tree
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