I have a new nickname: VenDis. Now if you know Creole, you know that this is not a word. The story goes that I was practicing some of my new phrases in Creole, asking a kid how old they were. He answered "Dis" which is 10. He then asked how old I was. Instead of saying vensenk (25), I got flustered and said "Vendis" which literally means 20 10. Well, Weisgeur, one of the teenage boys here who was with me, literally fell over laughing. And from here on out, I am VenDis. I've always wanted a sweet nickname. And I'm hoping that everyday it will break down a little bit more of my pride and remind me that I'm wrong quite frequently. Maybe God knew that I needed to be reminded of this. And it makes all of the Haitians chuckle- or laugh out loud- so that's a bonus.
|Teenage boys hanging out after helping us scrape and paint|
|JAN 21- Julie is home!|
|JAN 22- Painting and scraping|
|JAN 23- Homemade tomato soup. April had a spiritual experience|