Here come the Clampets
It was tough getting up this morning. I had to face the inevitable…. going home. If I were to move up in the mountains, I would never come down. Apt #6 (aka. Nathan, William, Byambison and myself) all slept as late as we could. The others tried to give us a wake up call but it didn’t really work. We struggled up to an amazing breakfast of fresh fruit, oatmeal, eggs and french toast! I LOVE The Lodge! Yoga sounded like a good idea after breakfast but I was so stuffed I couldn’t move… plus the sides of my legs were really sore from stabilizing myself of the mountain all day yesterday.
After breakfast we all started gathering everything and packing up, paying our bill, playing some last games, devotions and cleaning up. It really was sad to leave.
Once we were all ready, around 10am, we started taking some group pictures. They were fun. Then we started loading the car again. Beverly Hillbillies coming back down the mountain. Everyone was kinda scared about going down the mountain. They were worried that the breaks weren’t going to work. I was making jokes about the breaks the day before so I think it got them worried. Long story short.. I am here typing now, so we mind it fine.
We stopped at the Baptist Mission on the way down and had lunch. We decided to go down the side of the mountain instead of going down Delmas. It is a much nicer way… however, we went all the way into downtown. Traffic Jam. But welcome to Haiti… they are everywhere. Well, while the “Clampets” (that would be us) are sitting in the traffic jam, it starts to rain. All of our bags, computers and all, are strapped to the top of the car. I shut the truck off and yank the keys out of the ignition and whip out my knife. I start cutting the rope and tossing the bags on top of everyone in the truck. Note that we are now stopped and are the cause of an even greater traffic jam. I manage to get the bags down pretty quick and we press onward. Funny thing… it stopped raining about 2 mins later. Yeah.. that’s what I said.
We made it back to the compound, settled in and all got on facebook. It seems to be like a disease. I wish facebook didn’t exist. Anyways, dinner came.. we enjoyed it and then started telling riddles again. It was a frustrating session of riddles this time, but still fun.
I am making a pact with myself now. It goes like this: I will go to bed every night by 10pm and I will wake up and run every morning by 5:30am. It is 10:08pm so I am headed to bed.
Always with Love,
Stephen