Day 5. And, it’s Friday the 13th in Haiti.
I was initially a little wary of what this day could bring … but in some Asian cultures, 13 is actually a rather auspicious number. Our day began as usual – yoga on the roof (David, one of our Haitian guides, and Evelyn, one of the caretakers of the house, actually joined us this time) and a quick breakfast of oatmeal and the chicory-like coffee from the lady we dubbed Starbucks around the corner. The morning was pretty productive – Greg and I finished the kitchen shelves, along with the kitchen table. I always feel so accomplished after physically building something.
Yoga on the roof!
Kitchen Shelves, Greg and Betty Originals
By midday, our new friend Val came over to take Greg and I to this farm he’d been telling us about. I was so anxious to visit and see this place – just to see a more rural part of Haiti. And, I was desperate for fresh air! The stagnant air in the urban areas is so thick with diesel and dust, it was so hard on my body to process after a few days. Spoiled Americans, LOL.
Driving to the Farm