Finally a moment of silence. Even the chickens and sheep are quiet which is actually a miracle in itself. I’m sitting outside in the rising sun this morning, drinking the strongest cup of coffee I could muster to try and break this headache. Plug in a little Jimmy Eat World and Jon Foreman and spend some time alone, reading, praying, thinking, writing…this is how I refresh.
My dad left yesterday, which I can’t even believe he was here for two weeks. It only felt like a couple days in all honesty. He was pretty tolerant of me as I worked most of the days in the clinic - he kept himself busy with work at the hospital. All the people there lingering and gawking at his masterpiece of cabinets. I think Haiti broke him as it does most people who come here. I think he loved it. I left him just as he arrived: with a little ounce of shock and stress. Just the two of us trekked into Port du Paix via tap-tap and after he left I caught a moto taxi and tap-tap back home by myself.
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