Travel
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Fish Fry
As the title hints at, today was fish fry day with the guys. They wanted to cook up a bountiful feast for me (and them too), and I agreed to fund the enterprise. After bartering, five small fish were purchased fresh off the beach from…
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Thankful
Several times these past few weeks I’ve started formulating a blog post in my mind of all the numerous complaints I have living here in this village. One day I even started writing it. A quick look at my desktop just now shows it’s still…
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Surprised
My new schedule includes starting each day with a jog and and then jumping in the ocean afterwards. This morning the water was perfectly calm and crystal clear right up to the waters edge (usually the waves make the water up close dirty) so I…
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Sighting a Foreigner
I feel like such a foreigner all the time in my village. Recently there was an incident that happened which made me feel better though: I saw someone alone in Ravine Seche more out of place than myself. First let me paint the setting because…
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The Sea and Her Moods
Standing by the ocean watching a massive, awe-inspiring thundercloud approaching offshore, shooting lightning across the night sky, silhouetting the island Loganave, and blotting out half the stars in inky black. But above me is cloudless… the moon’s light behind reflecting a silvery, ghostly sheen upon…
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In Which Nick Gets Sunburnt
Today I went on my first fishing trip with the locals. Ten of us guys went (I thought it would just be several). We took two boats (I thought we would just take one) and were gone nine hours (I thought we would be gone…
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Was God at Church?
Attending church in this village poses unique challenges. For instance, today during “Sunday School,” the pastor kept talking directly at me, and slowly, and repeating himself multiple times so I could understand everything. Then he got tired of me sitting in the back row being…
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Taking the Road Less Traveled: Venezuela
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. I don’t know when could be pinpointed the exact time I turned on the road less traveled. Maybe it was when I…
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Immersion
Where to start? It is night time now. Rain is softly falling on my tin roof. An oil lamp is warmly lighting my room. And I’m safely underneath a mosquito net. The sounds of people talking on the porch waft through my house. A little…
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Into the Desert
This upcoming week will be my last working with Heartline as their driver. Next Saturday, Lord willing, I move out to a village North of Port-au Prince called Ravine Seche(perhaps for 3 months?). The village name is the Creole version of Kerith Ravine, the place…