Sorry it's been so long. But I am not even quite sure who's checking.
We're really hitting our stride now, made friends we can trust, learned how to get around (sorta) and the food we like to eat.
I am sitting in a building that looks like it belongs on Burbon Street. An old converted mansion in the beach town, Jacmel. Vines grow out of aged brick and the palm tree in the center grows through the open roof. Something of a full moon- but it looks like rain. 80 degrees- stagnant air and rain. We came to Jacmel last Wednesday. Snuck in the back of an old house and watched a voodoo ceremony, saw huge paper mache masks and the beginnings of Carnival.
Turned on some Michael here and had our own countdown after having our minds blown while wading through a market at night looking for fish to eat. A market lit only by candle light. Our old driver Vlad picked us up and took us out. Now we read law review articles and prepare to meet Mario Joseph, the lawyer who inspired this journey.
Today is independence day- you eat Jamos- pumpkin soup.
Bon anne. Happy New Year.
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You are so brave. I'm freaking out about moving away for school and you're in HAITI. Stay safe and learn lots of important things.
Don't know what I'd do without updates from Josh. So glad he told me that you were really busy. I'd be freaking right now if it weren't for him. Do feel like a pest. I text him almost daily. Can't wait till you are home! Sounds like you are having a good time-miss you. Love, MOM
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