Today I went to St. Marc to help Barb while she moved from her old house to her new one. What a process! The landlord said he would have everything of his out by noon. By 2 pm we were trying to be patient as we watched him move one piece of whatever he had to the truck, then come back, stand around, crack a few jokes, chat a bit, shuffle a few things, take something else out to the truck (which, by the way, was a giant dump truck), disappear for a bit, then do the whole process over. After a while, waiting in the heat, to do something that you know would take you about an hour tops this gets a bit nauseating. Eventually we heard the truck start up and started taking bets on how long it would be before it actually moved anywhere. He did leave, then we had to wait for the kids that were going to help Barb move, and for her friends that had made curtains. I had my camera with me, but after remembering to charge the battery I forgot to actually put it in the camera…yeah. I did learn one thing though. Haitians generally move in the dark – so no one can see what they have.
The upside to todays waiting is that it gave me a chance to do something I haven’t done before. I drove solo for the first time. I honked and dodged busses and potholes with the best of them! I love driving normally so it was such a freeing thing to be able to go out today on my own, radio on and trying not to rip something out from under the truck from hitting a hole to hard. Yay for independence!