I Could Dread My Hair Right Now, No Problem

Today was our last full day in Gonaives.  We will stay the night and wake up tomorrow some quick shots of preparation of oral re-hydration fluid, pack up, say our good byes and thank yous to Pacius' family and make way south.  Our first stop is Wanga Bay, the hotel where I was during the earth quake.  I'm nervous.  I have been joking about getting the fish at the hotel restaurant cause it was awesome, I may still but I am afraid of the emotions that will bring to the surface.

I have decided that instead of Arabic being my next language Kreyol will be.  I have already built quite a foundation and it would be silly not to profit from that.  The question is, how to go about that?  The best way is to be immersed in it, hands down.  So this is what I am thinking, after teaching in France, I would like to spend 6 months or so on Pacius' farm, or at the Catholic run "Hands Together" a reforestation project north of Gonaives. Judging by the fact that after two trips for a total of maybe 20 days I am already dreaming in Kreyol I could do a fair amount of work on it in 6 months.  I am not naive enough to forget that living in Haiti that long alone will be a wicked mental challenge in which to participate; but I think I could handle it.  France and Haiti are far from similar, but spending 7 to 9 months "alone" (I fully plan to expect to make friends) will help a fair amount in more alone time.  Don't ask about time frames, I don't have a clue, but it is the next step that seems to make the most sense.  Oh, also, living either at the farm or the reforestation place, I could learn some valuable farming techniques.

Dinner is served, but I would still like to talk more about the reforestation stuff, it was sweet, there was a baobab, or mapou in kreyol!!!