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Here I will post documentations of my first trip to Haiti. I have been studying Haitian Folkloric dance for about 4 years now and finally I had the chance to visit the country from which these movements, drums, songs and culture have originated.
Postings begin April 1st, 1st page of the blog.
To be continued...
Carine drives Selena to the airport and drops off Ann and I at a house she was staying at near the airport, when she first came to Haiti last Thursday. These were our goodbyes with Selena, Carine and Dominique. It was sad. We spent a lot of time together.
We get to the house, and at this point I am beyond exhausted. Makini, a friend who was staying in the home too, says to me…”your last 24 hours, nothing but Kreyol!” A part of me collapsed inside…of course I want to learn, but at this point, I just wanted quiet time (impossible as my brain doesn’t know how to shut off ). But that didn’t happen, I slept a lot, took a warm running water shower, ate some mangos, etc. I look at this part of the trip as my relaxation/transition of thoughts to prepare myself to come back to the states. Not easy.
Even though I had people back home that I love and would usually miss…my mind and body were completely somewhere else…in Haiti. I questioned my feelings, my emotions, my intensions, my everything. I understand that I was taking in a lot around me, speaking different languages, etc., but this is a feeling I have never felt.
Haiti is one very special place.
Even as I was lifting my foot to climb the stairs to the plane I said to Ann “Our feet are off the land.” It was a sad thought. I didn’t want to leave…
I know I’ll be back…
to be continued…
