Hell or paradise, your call...

Well, here I am. There is quite a bit of work to do, and I'm happy to help, but also exhausted. I'm not sure if this is heaven (fresh mangoes, beaches, gorgeous mountains, and way too much food) or hell (missing my husband horribly, very little electricity, no running water, and having an entire university to rebuild) but I'm here. Had dream about a hurricane yesterday. Here's hoping it doesn't come true.

Once things stabilize a little bit I should have steady electricity and internet. I'll be writing more then. In the meantime, sit tight.

Cheers!

Countdown....

Time flew by this month. I'm off to Haiti in just a few days, with a brief stop in Philly and NYC first (we leave tonight for the east coast). Talk about rough- three months away from the husband. At the same time, the sooner I get to Haiti, the sooner my thesis is finished and the less traveling I will have to do.

Preparations left to be made include: everything. Call me a procrastinator, but the giant suitcase upstairs is nearly empty, I haven't printed any of the necessary papers, prepared cameras, cleaned, done laundry, or anything else for that matter, unless you count painting three random scenes and working my final retail shift. So where am I off to now? Oh, perhaps a hike...why is procrastination so tempting immediately preceding long and stressful journeys?