I almost made it out without crying. I get closer each time. It's always that blasted Drisk - if I hadn't stuck my head over the window of his classroom to get a last glimpse of him... And then that stinkin' Bernadin. Ugh. Kids.
I am finally back in Boston. It was tortuous night of delays and bad weather and missed buses and hunger and thirst. I left the orphanage at 9am yesterday and I arrived at my apartment in Jamaica Plain at 9am today. We were delayed out of PAP, delayed out of Miami, and I ended up having to take the 3:30am bus from New York to Boston. I just woke up from a 3 hour nap which was delightful.
The part that wasn't delightful was the completely spontaneous and unexpected cry that overwhelmed me as I was turning my computer on. I hadn't really cried yet, except for a little moment in the HFC hallway, and I guess it had to come out. If anyone of you have not been to Haiti, let me officially warn you: DO NOT GO! You will become infected with the same disease that I have and find yourself crying at random moments about silly things like trees and potable tap water. For those of you who have already been contaminated: you have all my sympathy and you are welcome in my Haiti hospice whenever you please.