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.  :)