Byenvini a Haiti

A swarm of humidity, a mix of rice and beans cooking, and the faint smell of body odor envelop you as you step off the plane into Haiti. Our flight, American Airlines, 1 of 3 airlines that flies into Haiti twice a day, was packed with people, blancs (whites) and Haitians. Stepping out on the tarmac the airport seems to have had some improvements made to it since a year ago, which is a welcome sign of development for Haiti. After finding all 30 of our bags and packing them as full as possible onto small airport carts, we passed though customs with flying colors. Walking to our bus (literally a blue arrow school bus, very rad!) we and about 10 airport bus boys crammed the back of our bus full of our suitcases and personal packs. There happened to be enough room in this bus for our team and all of our interpreters and cooks. It was our own big tap-tap, not nearly as colorful, but just as full! It is so hard to describe the sights, sounds, and smells of Port-Au-Prince. There is so much movement, beautiful colors, grittiness due to packed buildings and lots of people, and a mass amount of garbage. In seeing all of the grit and impassable movement there is an ingenuity in how Haitians are able to make things work. I thought the two shots inside our bus were kind of ironic and comical. America is found in just about any place you go.