The Matthew 25 House

After we got a sim card for Daniel's phone (that doesnt work) we walked out the airport and through a sea of haitian men, yelling (because they want you in get in their taxi?)and staring (because we're white and obviously not in a pack of similarly clothed missionary ducklings), when I heard a little voice saying "caitlin?" And looked down to see a little old white lady who then introduced herself as sister mary.

Sister Mary is running the Matthew 25 house in Delmas alone at the moment, but she does have the help of her friend, sister mary (no joke). Sister mary has been working here for 5 years and although she doesn't speak very much Creole, she "drives Haitian." We waded through what seemed like hundreds of people in the street through the poorest places I have ever seen. I haven't even seen a store- I mean any kind of store let alone a burger king or supermarket. People just hang out on the side of the road with clothes, fruit, and toys. We made it to the white gates of our new home (gates AND guard) and came inside to see a modest but charming house full of haitian art and carvings. Downstairs are common areas where we eat and play cards (already learned a haitian game called "casino") and right now daniel and I are alone upstairs in the "flower" room- but will get other bunk mates- probably missionaries tomorrow) upstairs the rooms open to a large open roof top area where a missionary couple game us our first lesson in creole. They've been coming for ten years and are very helpful. Now, with their help and a haitian guide we do a little exploring. Tomorrow the real work begins.