Rough Roads in Haiti
Last week the medical team returned to resume their lives in the states. When they left I thought I was allergic to something, my lower lip was quivering. The week was spent organizing, pouring over the engineers plans, meeting with the foreman, trying to figure out how to get temporary housing for the orphans we are caring for, and generally preparing for getting the clinic in the air. The children were evicted from their house and are living under a tarp, AND, it’s raining a lot. We are trying to re-register the orphanage, the most recent one expired. Our goal right now is to house them within the walls of the clinic site. There are many NGO’s offering transitional housing, we just have to connect with the right one. We met with an attorney who is helping get the correct papers filed.
This week we are at the site, with 12 workers, working on laying the bricks for the walls. The crew is really quite competent and efficient. Paula sent down gloves for them all, first they fought over them, then when they figured out they all get a pair, they were happy happy. The laborers laugh all day long. The masons are a little more serious.
I go there at 7 to open things up, at about 9 a local woman comes and sells bread with peanut butter and coffee. Getting there this morning was particularly challenging, slipping and sliding in the mud, I buried the rear wheel almost to the axle. At least I know my adrenal gland still works. Ah, all roads are rough in Haiti.