Oh, Port au Prince I don’t even, know what to do with you. But you make me think and wonder and cry a bit. We came in this morning and the city is beyond words. The best and simplest way to describe it is ‘yucky’. But that is not who you are, your people make you beautiful. I arrived at the ‘house’ passing dirty, dusty roads, bouncing on potholes and brown water flowing through the streets of trash. We were greeted with warm happy faces to see us; kisses on the cheek and a warm handshake saying ‘Bonswa’. We enter the home to relax down a walking alley way through a narrow hallway to enter two dark rooms. It feels good to be back home in Haiti.
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