Bonjour, como ye?

I am so, dead, tired..enough I just don't want to sleep!

Today is my fifth day in Haiti, third day in Pasbwadom. Each night before I've fallen asleep, I lay on my cot on our screened in porch looking up at the sky full of stars on the southern coast of this island. This has been the best time for some good thought on each of the three nights I've slept here. I've thought a lot about Oles, and all of his wisdom he's shared in just three days. Oles is a good friend of Bill's, lives just down the road, and has about a million jobs. He is such a sweet man. I've just layed and thought about his patience and his soft spokenness and his kind heart. I never think, when I'm cozy in Nebraska, that in the thick of all these mango trees, corn plants, rocky dirt roads and voodoo history that there are people like Oles. I think he is more human that I could ever try to be. He says he could come to America, but that would only be good for him, not for his community. And i think, who thinks like this!? Who is so selfless that they will live in a place where people have attempted to put voodoo spells on them? ...where you try to teach better ways of planting, but people don't listen. He loves these people though, and takes care of his mom and dad, and allows children from troubled homes to live at his second home. I love him.
I've been having a hard time sleeping, adjusting to the heat, adjusting to the noises, the roosters, the dogs barking, the sound of these solar charged fans.

Bill is like nintendo 64, good forever... and Oles is like dreamcast, new, exciting, beautiful, but we'll only see him for a little bit.

Keegan just said he wants to see soft core porn. Brittany is more or less a cute little rooster.

Hand hugs, triple hand hugs.

Just got back from playing soccer with all these Haitian boys. Patrick is such a good guy. He's a local just from this area, I think he's 19. We met him just outside the Water For Life guest house we're staying at. What a beautiful spirit with such a great family. We met his mom today, and about 6 of his siblings. One of his brothers is Johnny, who told me today that he loves me. I think that is so funny, that after 2 days someone could say that. In America, we create love to be such an ordeal. I wonder if it really is. Or if its real. Or if it's what Johnny sees it as. I know I've seen a person that I don't know, but I just think...I love him or her. Even if it's just purely physical. Sometimes you just see a person and feel a connection and think, I love this person. I think that's part of humanity...but I also think that love can be real and deep and can take a long long time. I love Johnny too though.