27 February 2012

I am not going to risk it

There's a new sign at the airport...

Kreyol translation: Don't enter here. Here there's getting arrested and prison.

English translation: No trespassing. Risk to be molested and put in jail.

Oh boy. I'm not gonna risk it.

18 February 2012

{Late} Happy Love Day

For Valentine's Day this year, here's a collection of some of my favorite blog posts. Be forewarned, they're mostly indirectly about love. If you only read two, read the first and the last. Enjoy.

Love is patient and kind. Jody could have judged this mom...but instead, she listened: http://castilloavektimoun.wordpress.com/2011/10/17/not-her-day/

Love does not envy or boast. An old post of mine. http://www.davidandchristineharms.blogspot.com/2010/04/calling-capsules-and-candy.html

Love is not arrogant or rude. This girl gets it--even in the face of ridiculous rudeness, she laughs it off. Love that. http://yellowdressforlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-love.html

Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful. Someone suffering from TB teaches the rest of us how to live. http://livesayhaiti.blogspot.com/2012/01/tribulation-joy.html

Love does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. I love what IJM does and what they stand for. If I didn't work for MAF, I'd probably work for IJM. Too bad I can't be in two places at once. http://www.ijm.org/news/ijm-kenya-three-innocent-men-released-prison-after-850-days

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Matt and Sara continually show us how to hope. http://msharms.blogspot.com/2012/01/change.html

Love never ends...including our love and appreciation for you!

14 February 2012

First day back

Yesterday was my first day back to work since our vacation...and it was full of surprises. For instance, my new shoes are totally comfortable and required no breaking in. For instance, most of my work emails had been read and responded to, because the pilots filled in for me. For instance, no one yelled at me, I discovered no mistakes on the schedule, and we got to fly the band Arcade Fire. Oh, and three people called me 'awesome.'

And in the afternoon, I arranged for us to fly a fragile, post-surgery infant home today to Pignon.

And in the evening, I scheduled a diversion off another flight to take a microscope motherboard to Hinche. There's a team there to do eye surgeries for people who can't afford them, but the microscope suddenly stopped working. When the part comes in on an international flight at noon, we'll take it to him at 1:00. Since I had a flight going that way, I could even save him some money.

Man! Why can't every day be like that? I wonder why in the world I was dreading it. Moral of the story? I should go on vacation more often.

11 February 2012

Welcome home

When you have to fight with the taxi guy enroute about the price because he wants double...

When you notice that every gas station is jammed full of cars, because there's a diesel shortage...

When you have a whole suitcase full of new clothes, shoes, toothbrushes, a kitchen faucet, chocolate and other miscellaneous items that are cheaper in the U.S...

When your yard guy casually announces that he couldn't come mid-week because his niece died in childbirth...

That's how you know you're home. Welcome back, us. We had a great vacation, but all sarcasm aside, it's good to be home.

05 February 2012

The perfect spot

We're in Florida for a bit of vacation, and right now, it's the perfect place to be. See, I'm still a lot "here and there." I relish the break. Haiti grates on you after a while, and I've been feeling the need for a rest, a change of pace.

But Florida is perfect for an "in-between" girl like me...because it's a little bit of both worlds, too. The drivers here? They're terrible. Unlike Haiti, it's high-speed idiocy, but still...it reminds me of "home." Like Haiti, it's kind of palm tree-ish scrub brush-ish semi-tropical topography. They are both a bit ugly in my book, but to each his own.

But it has enough of my American culture and customs to satisfy that longing for the familiar. I saw a squirrel this morning and freaked out a little. David read a newspaper in English. And the wi-fi in the Fort Lauderdale airport is faster than the Internet I pay $60 a month for in Haiti. My feet are squeaky clean, and the shower temperature was completely adjustable.

But the under-her-breath Creole of our cashier at Wendy's yesterday still made me smile. And I still had to make myself drink out of the tap. And I still compulsively sanitize my hands and turn off the lights.

So in this moment of blessed rest, at least I'm in the perfect spot. Thanks for praying for us.