It's 9 o'clock at night. I'm sitting in the dining hall on the roof. The wassl are screens, so there's a wonderful breeze blowing through.
In the distance, I hear a beat. I hear music and singing. And periodically there is cheering It's music to my ears. I want to go out and be a part of that.
Hopefully, I'll get to do that some at church tomorrow.
Today has been the most tiring experience for me. I'm not used to working this hard y'all! And think I was one of the slackers beause I had to take pictures too.
But while it was all exhausting, I have not felt so alive as I do here! It's so weird.
I'm still taking everything in. And it's difficult for me because I'm seeing people in dire conditions. But, every night, there is singing and music and laughing and cheering. The people here are so joyous! They know something we don't know back home. How can they be so celebratory living the way they do?
And how can we be so sullen and greedy and trivial having so much? I mean, I knew I had a lot to be thankful for. Being here, see all this - I am extremely blessed!
Yeah, it's been an emotional experience so far. I know everyone in the group have been wondering about me because I've been a little quiet. For the first 24 hours, I was just overwhelmed. I think I'm starting to come out of it. But this is still hard to take.
At the same time, I'm truly starting to see what it means to be happy with whatever you have, to be joyous in everything. That's what the people of Haiti are teaching me.