Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Gween Gwoblins! and other stories...

Bonjou!
Some housekeeping first:
1) Please please please comment on the actual blog and not Facebook.  I avoid Facebook like the plague while I'm here, so I won't be able to read them.  (I thought nobody loved me at first until my mom told me where everyone commented.  Not a fun feeling...)
2) Good news!  I've decided to start blogging three days a week (Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday), as internet allows.  Hopefully you won't get sick of me.  :P

Moving on... Training week is in full swing, and with Barb in charge, you never know what to expect... Our first "training session" consisted of walking into the chapel to the beat of drums as Barb explained that we are now in Survivor: Haiti.  They threw dyed water balloons at us to choose tribes, and we created a name and banners.  My tribe became the Green Goblins, inspired by a little boy who runs around campus in a Spiderman suit everyday yelling, "I'm looking for the gweeeeen gwoblin!"  I'll have to post a picture sometime... it's pretty much the cutest thing in the history of the world.  Seriously.

Anyway, after that we did this whole crazy "rewards challenge" involving blindfolds, being tied together, puzzles, and a massive game of Hide-n-Seek meets Sardines... Long story short, it was crazy and my tribe lost by a hair.  No matter, the other team just one the bigger tent for their tribe site.  AKA It took waaaay longer for them to set it up because boys won't read directions.  : P

We spent Monday just getting to know the St. Louis area.  We went to the local brothel and jail and also to some random houses to talk to people.  Tuesday was Anse a Foleur.  We hiked to the Voodoo monument, but they wouldn't let us into the temple... it was too busy.  I ate my weight in black beans and rice at the restaurant (which apparently Americans get sick of here, so more for me...) and then we went to the beach.  I was really excited because two girls at the beach remembered me.  They kept calling "Maleesah!  Maleesah!" until every Haitian on the beach knew my name!  Ha!

Today was just a loooong trip to see the waterfall.  I got to practice my Creole with a boy who walked down with us, so I don't feel nearly as rusty anymore.  Back at the mission we also got a little lesson, so I'm practically fluent... except not.

I've decided to start adding a Prayer/Praise list to each blog.  Prie means pray and loue means praise.  That's a freebie lesson just for you.  :)

Prie:
Nison and family-- Nison is about 8 or so years old and has hung around the mission forever.  His home recently got burnt down and now he's living with 9 other people in a small one-room hut.  One of the staff members at the mission is trying to raise $10,000 to build them a new house to live in.  Please please please pray for Nison's family and the money-raising process.  If you would also prayerfully consider donating to the cause, I will be posting the link when I get it.

Loue:
I've been sleeping well lately.  No headaches!  :)

Creole Lesson:
If you read my blog last summer, you'll remember that I translated "reckless" into "viv san pe" or "live without fear."  I've updated, or rather added to, that translation:

Renmen san pe.
Love without fear.

Sorry this was so long, guys!  I love you!  Please post comments on the blog, so I can read them!  :)

-Ti Blanc

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Life is Painless for the Brainless

I don't think I will ever get over my over-enthusiasm for flying.  You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I still press my nose against the window of the plane like a kid drooling in front of Wonka's factory.  (Speaking of chocolate, my Nutella came in my checked bag today, so I'm a happy camper...)  Anyway, the strange part is that even thought I was exctied to be in a plane, the fact that I was going to Haiti didn't even phase me.  All of the other interns were excited or nervous or anxious or what have you, but I was completely calm.  It was as if it were no big deal for me.  Like I never left.

That being said, even a plane-lover gets pretty sick of traveling after 12 straight hours (4AM to 4PM).  By the time I finally got to the mission, I was feeling a bit like the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz: hair so dusty it felt like straw and completely braindead.  And by braindead I mean headache (I know, surprise surprise, right?)  Thankfully, it was a fairly easy day--mostly getting settled and meeting the staff.

Today was also pretty chill.  I set up my hammock in the World's Most Perfect Hammock Spot Ever and took a much needed hour-long nap in the shade.  Wonderful.

Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm safe and sound in my home away from home.  I love you guys!  Thanks for praying for me!  :)

Last year, I guess the Creole lessons were a hit, so here you go!

Creole Lesson:
"Kisa w'ap rale?"
"What are you drawing?"

I was hanging out with a boy from the Miriam Center (for kids with special needs) who was drawing on one of those magnetic drawing things (what are they called?!).  He drew an oddly shaped blob, and I asked him what it was.  He held up his thumb, pointer, and pinky finger-- I love you in sign language.  I looked back down at the blob and realized that it was the same shape as his hand.  :)