Haitian Style

So, I thought I'd share a few fun pictures from around the house, so you can enjoy some of the unique things that I appreciate about living in Haiti...

Well, in Haiti there is not actually enough power (electricity) for everyone to have it all the time... naturally. We are spoiled because we have back up power (aka- a little hut outside with about 16 car-sized batteries) for when the city power is out. City power comes and goes, but at our house is on more than not. 

Sometimes, like after the tropical storm, the batteries died before the city power came back (took about 4 days that time). So if need be, we can fire up the generator to re-charge the batteries. Generator=diesel guzzler so we try not to awaken the beast unless absolutely necessary. 

There is a little pink light downstairs that is only on when there is city or generator power. This is an important feature in our lives, because there are a few things the batteries cannot power, such as the water pump. So the little pink light on means we get to take showers!! See how excited that makes us!!

The green monster in the background is the generator. On a different note, doesn't the baby palm tree look like a truffula tree? The Lorax would have some harsh words for this country. Deforestation, tsk, tsk.

Laundry alters our view on life a little bit around here too....

We also find ourselves pitted in battle against new enemies... mosquitoes.

Fortunately this is the 21st century and we are way too advanced for measly old flyswatters. Say hello to the bug zapper. And trust me, we know how to use them. Look at those hunters. The mosquitoes shudder around here. 

We also hunt rats... but I can't pretend that is a uniquely Haitian pass time. Just ask my dad how many rats he has taken down with a pellet gun at my old barn. He used to go out there at night and hunt them with a flashlight held on top of his pellet gun sniper-style. I'm my father's daughter. 

Now I don't want you to think we hate all the creepy, crawly things. We do a lot of lizard hunting too. They get named, appreciated, sequestered in the tub of despair for a few days and lovingly set free. 

There are a lot of fun new things that come along with living in Haiti. There are hard things, too. But the good things are crazy good. On the other side of one of our walls there is a Haitian church and we get to listen to them singing hymns all the time. And we get a view like this. Haitian life is good.

Haitian life is good. 

Life is good.

We are blessed, all of us.

Pray:

Praise! I feel way better! At the end of last week/this weekend my insides decided to go all civil war on me. Glad that's over. Thanks for your prayers. 

I'm back in the hospital this week. Settling into going everyday. Trying to get a routine. There's not much that is "routine" about working there, so I guess pray for flexibility and a willing heart to accept whatever comes each day. 

Love y'all! Thanks for being on my team!!