Well, I left Raleigh at 6 am and got to New York JFK airport about 7:15. My next flight wasn't leaving until about 8:50 but it was on a different airline and I didn't realize how big that airport was. My ticket didn't have a gate number on it so I found a gate where the plane was leaving for Port-au-Prince. This I soon found out was not the right place. I had to go across the street where the taxi's, buses etc... were, then find the tram and take it to a different terminal. At the second terminal I had to go through security again which meant waiting in line a while also. Then after security I had to find the correct gate. It was getting very close to departure time and I wasn't sure if I was going to make this flight or not. I was the last one on the plane but did make it, barely. Apparently the lady at the counter had just tried to call my phone but I hadn't even taken the time to turn it on. The flight was good and I got into Haiti at 12:15. We were scheduled to arrive at 12:55. Going thru customs only took a few minutes then I picked up my luggage and headed out of the airport. Keith had emailed me to not give any redcap more than $5, well that wasn't really a problem because they didn't swarm at me. One guy did walk beside me and tried to talk to me thinking he knew who I was looking for. He wasn't quite correct but at least wasn't pushy. I couldn't see anyone who looked like they were looking for me so I walked down the sidewalk towards the parking lot. Trevor (Keith's oldest son who is engaged to a Haitian girl) met me there. When we left the airport we stopped at a little restaurant for lunch. They had given out turkey sandwiches on the plane so I wasn't really hungry but I got a drink while the other young folks who were along got lunch. Zach ( Keith's second son) was along and Sally, ( their children's school teacher) and Mirlene ( young Haitian girl that Trevor is engaged to). It was quite a nice restaurant, comparable to a Subway but also had burgers, pizza, etc... It was Ina partially closed in building with fans. It was about 95* in Port that day but comfortable under a roof with fans. Then we headed out of town which took probably an hour then 3 hours up a bumpy mountain road to Oriani. They had gotten a wooden door in town so several times on the ride up we had to stop and rearrange boxes to hold the door up so it wouldn't hit our heads. We stopped at Mirlene's  sisters house on the way back for a while. Her sister is a church member and just got married about a month ago. By the time we got up the mountain it was dark. We pulled in through the gate and I had barely opened the door when I hear a little voice " Hello, Angela- is that you?" It was Ketli, Keith's 3yr old Haitian girl that they are trying to adopt. They got her when she was probably 16 months old and was starving. She is adorable!  Keith's also have a 14yr old-Cam, a 12 yr old -Chase, and a 10yr old- Christina.
    I live with Keith's and their school teacher, Sally. We live in a cement house with a cement floor and tin roof. We have electricity from solar panels and batteries. We girls sleep in a separate cement building that has a bedroom for each of us and also the schoolroom. Up here on the mountain the weather is beautiful! Breezy at night and lots of days during the day we will need a sweater. Lots of barefoot weather. Church is a 10 minute walk from our house and that is also a cement building. It has a tin roof also and benches that have one board for a seat and one board for the back. There were about 250 people in church. I think there are about 100 members here. All services and singing was in Creole but the missionary up here, Todd Schmidt, often uses someone to interpret. The message was by someone who was here to visit Todd's so it was in English first then interpreted into Creole so I could understand. All new people are supposed to introduce themselves to the whole congregation before church ends so that was an interesting new twist. Sunday evening church is from 4-5 pm then we went back home and had supper. Monday morning I went to the clinic and spent the day observing. Tuesday also I was at the clinic but in the afternoon worked on getting my phone and email and everything set up. Wednesday morning at the clinic the first question for me was "Are you ready to start seeing patients?" No, I wasn't, so I stocked pharmacy shelves for a while then saw a few patients in the afternoon. A lot of the complaints are for acid reflux, hypertension, and fever. These people don't even have enough money to get Tylenol. Thursday and Friday I also saw a few patients. Mirlene works with me and translates for me. She isn't a nurse but has worked in the clinic quite a while and also worked in the hospital after the hurricane. Friday night while we were eating supper we got a call that someone was at the clinic to have a baby. We stayed at home a little longer so we could eat some banana cake that was just coming out of the oven and when we got to the clinic there was a baby crying. He had been born several minutes before. Probably 45 minutes later the family left for home, dad carrying the baby and mom walking.
    The most interesting thing that happened this week happened this morning, just before we left for market. A lady had gotten her foot caught in the "moto" ( motorcycle) They had brought her quite a ways up here on the moto and left her at the clinic gate and came to the house to let us know they needed help. There was blood on the bike and pieces of flesh on the spokes of the wheel. We went to clinic to help, her leg was broken in several places and her heel was almost cut off. There was a lot of flesh missing from her heel and bone was showing. I washed it out and bandaged it all up then we tried to find some kind of splint. We didn't really have anything long enough so ended up using a cardboard box and some wide clear tape. I will try to post the pictures we took of the whole thing when I figure out how to.

This lady then had to ride 3hours down the bumpy mountain road to the hospital. We put her on the stretcher and put her in the back of the suburban. All we had had for pain for this lady was some hydromorphone pills.......
    Okay, more later.