Editor’s note: Sienna posted this on Facebook and I am just now getting it to the blog. Apologies. This post was from Monday night, I believe, Aug 8.
I slept in today. Until 7:30 that is. Everyone else woke up at four so I was a little behind. I made my first pitcher of powdered milk and then did dishes for two hours or so (it’s amazing how long it takes with so many people). I also scrambled eggs for three of the boys. Let’s just say cooking on a propane gas stove in Haiti gives meaning to the phraose slaving over a hot stove. I tried to keep my sweat from dripping into the food, although the boys did mention the eggs were a little salty, so…
The most eventful part of today was grocery shopping, which may sound trivial, but Tlucek/Haitian style makes you feel like you’ve just done a triathlon. We went shopping in Petionville, which is about ten miles from the house. So, a two hour drive in 5:00 traffic (yes, they have it here too). We warmed up by going to a gas station, then trekked further up the mountain to a store called Giant Supermarket. May not have been giant by our standards but it was certainly high end, looked as clean and organized as any Kroger. I learned a bit about the cost of living in Haiti: double, triple what it is in the states. Everything is imported and it’s outrageously expensive. A jar of mayonnaise? Eleven dollars. (Interruption – everyone is currently frantically running around trying to deal with a bird that has gotten stuck under one of the boys’ beds, ha) But ELEVEN DOLLARS? I was shocked. I couldn’t believe living in Haiti could cost more than living in the US. I asked Shelley about it and she said they spend about $30 a night just keeping the generator running…and that’s just at night, for fans I guess. But power, water, food, everything cost a ton. The Tluceks live entirely off donations…yikes. Being a missionary is tough.
I also learned a bit about the history of some of the teenage boys staying with the Tluceks. They all moved in after the earthquake. One boy, who is fifteen now, was injured in the earthquake, and after a week of no treatment his fracture got infected. He spent nine months in a hospital in the US and had no less than 11 surgeries. He’s fifteen. I never would have known because he looks perfectly healthy. I asked him how to cut a mango today actually and he looked at me like I was joking. Perhaps it was deserved.
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ANYWAY. We didn’t just go to the Giant Supermarket, which had products written in French, English, Spanish, and Arabic, but no Creole…we also went to two other grocery stores and a bakery. No big deal, right? Well you try it. BIG DEAL. Especially since the mountain roads are sort of terrible and my head was consistently banging against the side of the truck. That was more amusing than anything, though, and I was glad to see Petionville again. Oh, they also have a guard with a full sized rifle outside every grocery store.
Tomorrow we are going to Zanglais, the beach! I had a semi difficult time packing just two days of clothes in my little backpack, since 15 of us are going and we don’t need my giant suitcase taking up all that room. Hot dogs and mangoes for dinner tonight…I might have some follow up mangoes before I go to bed. Love those things.
In case you guys are wondering when the productivity will begin, when we get back from the beach we’re going to start moving into the children’s home…I think the Tluceks have a new building they need to set up. So I won’t just be lounging…mostly not anyway. Orevwa pou kounye a! (byebye for nooooow)Sent from my iPhone sent in by Sienna Nelson