Pigs

Hi everybody!  Our schedule in Haiti consists of service Wednesday through Sunday, with Monday and Tuesday left for cleaning, grocery shopping, and lately building furniture:

If it looks to you like Adam is up to no good, your assumptions are most certainly correct.

Service has been pretty interesting.  The heat is so incredible staying out until 1:00 seems like you've climbed Mount Everest.  Even our friends say it's really hot for this time of year.  We're talking 34 degrees Celsius  which I believe to be around 93 degrees Fahrenheit, with about 95% humidity.  A weather website has casually likened it to feeling like 135 degrees.  I'm sweating just typing that number.  So it's good to keep busy walking so you don't notice. :)

One of Guy's new studies, Roody, lives on the top of a winding, bumpy hill.  His small cinder block hut has a gorgeous view of the moutains and the city below.  Guy drew pictures for his kids and a neighbor's kid and...well...you can see where they ended up. 

Guy and I walking over a mound of rubble to get to a sister's house for Sunday service.  More pictures to come of the craziest "road" we walk down to get to that house .

Posing with Daphne for a picture out in service.

One of the many things I love about Haitians here is when you walk with them.  For instance, take Daphne, pictured above.  We spent the morning working in service together, me stumbling through Kreyol and Daphne patiently listening and correcting, and then launching into a story of her own so easily.  As we walked and as she talked to me, she grabbed my hand and held it the whole time we discussed something.  I've seen tons of people do it here, and felt really honored to be walking down a rocky street, stepping over massive potholes and chickens, holding hands and laughing despite our language barrier.

Adam standing in front of an alive mapu tree.  I'd post a picture of a dead one, which is breath-taking, but apparently its favored by those who practice Vodou.  Let's avoid that whole mess. And before you say anything Dad, its Vodou and not "Voodoo".

And now for my favorite corner of the neighborhood: the garbage dump.  Complete with pigs. Big pigs.  

We pass by it almost every day, and I still laugh hysterically at the absurdity of it.  Sometimes there are goats and chickens, but the pigs rule the sty.

Off to help with dinner and finishing drinking my tall glass of fresh lime juice. Thanks for checking in!