Forgive, Don't Forget

PIZZA for lunch Wednesday.  God is good.  My Survivor team won a challenge and that was our reward.  Ah, victory is sweet.  Oh should I say, cheesy?


And then I almost lost a really good friend.  After the pizza party, Kelsey and I went out to hang out with Weslyn and Wilsen again.  I learned something new...  We were walking around when I stepped on something sharp.  It went through my sandal, barely, but not my skin.  Wilsen grabbed my shoe and kept making fun of me saying my shoe was no good.  I was tired of standing on one foot and so, thinking it would be funny, grabbed my shoe and hit him on the head with it.  Well, little did I know that that is just as bad as flicking someone off here in Haiti.  He stomps off and doesn't come back.  I felt terrible.  Finally, he returns but he says he's still mad at me.
Me: "Can't you forgive me?  I didn't mean it."  
Wilsen: "No.  I can't forget."
Me: "Well, you don't have to forget.  Forgiving isn't the same as forgetting."
Wilsen: "Then what is forgiving?"
*silence*
I said it meant not being mad anymore at me anymore, even though it still hurt your feelings.
I feel like there's a better definition than that, though... Any suggestions?


Wednesday night, all the interns went out to eat at this fancy restaurant called The Breeze, right over the water.  I had fried lobster, plaintains, beans and rice, and even a little goat (Which tastes like beef jerky, FYI).  :)


Today was just a long waiting day.  Our first groups are coming in.  All morning was spent painting and painting and painting, and then after lunch I went with Mary to teach English to the deaf community.  (Mary is interning specifically with the deaf school.  She's fluent in ASL.) Man, is it a different experience teaching someone a language they can't hear or speak... But very interesting.


The first small group came in right before dinner and the rest of them will come in sometime late tonight.  Now, I'm off to enjoy Autumn's birthday party down at the Miriam Center.  (She's on full-time staff at the Miriam Center.)  Cake, cookies, lots of kids, and Enchanted.  Good times.


My Haiti Truck-it List
(and Creole lesson)
(AKA things I want to do before I truck-it on outta here)


Apre mwen ale a lakay, mwen vle...
Before I go home, I want


-to carry something on my head without using my hands
-to ride a donkey
-to make my own grenadia juice
-to take a waterfall shower (in my bathing suit)
-to buy something in the market without the help of an interpreter


Bye, everyone!
Melissa