We awoke before the sun to a crashing, cracking, ripping, terrible sound. It reminded me of when Chris ripped paneling off the wall that had been heavily glued on. Brynna said it reminded her someone breaking in the door and of lots of gun shots. Before we went to sleep last night Henry, our landlord was telling us where he was during the earthquake and I think it may have been in the back of our minds. It could have sounded like a crumbling of blocks. After we searched for just a minute or so Chris found that the tiles in the kitchen seemed to have run into each other and derailed... Four big ceramic tiles seemed to be busting up from underneath. Then we wondered what was safe and wasn't safe as far as structures. It had rained long and hard last night. Henry came down to look at it and promised someone would take care of it on Monday. It's no bother now knowing what caused it, just a busted up spot on the floor. It was scary when we didn't know what it was.
Then we went to Brynna's school for a 4:00 appointment for orientation, but they were running behind. (Of course, this is Haiti. They run on Haiti time.) We met with the ladies in charge (in the past I called them "the Ph.Ds", but now I know their names: Athena and Marie) for a bit and decided to go eat at a local "restaurant". It was really just a home in the middle of the street we were on. And apparently it's very common. We must learn who has a home restaurant near us! For those of you who've been to Wings of Hope - just imagine that street - imagine we are walking along and then one random house - we just walk up to and knock on the door and the Madame serves us a meal. It was delicious!! Pate's to order, boiled bananas, avocado, picklies. Mmmmm.... (I can't even spell all these correctly, but in time I'll learn and pass on my knowledge.) We sat out on the porch as the cook, Nataleen, served us. It was delicious! Chris said that I had succeeded in putting a hot meal on the table for him. Athena treated us. So, I don't think it really counts for me putting a hot meal on the table.
We talked till dark out on the porch. There was a Creole student and a Creole professor that joined us. We had quite a walk to home. So, they asked us how we wanted to get home. We could catch a "tap-tap" at the top of the hill or call for a "moto"... well, you know the answer to that one! Brynna had been jumping at the bit to ride on the back of a motorcycle for public transportation. In fact, she wanted it for her birthday (Sept. 27). The ONLY reason I think I caved in was because it was cheaper to ride a moto. Holy cow. I survived. I was scared out of my mind. Brynna was loving it and I was not. Our driver's cellphone rang and he ANSWERED it! I emphatically yelled, "uh, uh!" and he immediately hung up. Needless to say, it was quite an adventure and we survived. Moto after dark. Sheesh! Y'all need to pray for ME! I've got two daredevils I'm living with. They want to do it all! Here's a pic Chris snapped of my and Brynna... of course, that's my big bad bum! Sorry folks.
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