Yea! I did it! I finally proved to myself that I can
function in this country with the language skills that I have. I have always doubted myself because so often
when I speak Creole at the orphanage the kids and staff look at me as if I’m
speaking Chinese with four heads.
Twice in
two days, though, I have attempted important things on my own and been
successful. My motorcycle has been fixed—for
the most part—but I still need practice.
I went out yesterday, and the thing died on me. I know the battery is bad as is the crank
(the ignition switch doesn’t work because the battery is bad). I asked for help on the street, but the nice
guys couldn’t do anything. I asked them—in
Creole—if there was still that motorcycle “shop” down the way. They said “yes” and pointed me in the right
direction. When I stopped where I
thought it was, it wasn’t there. But . .
. no worries! I asked the lady where it
was, and she told me to keep going and to cross the street.
I found the
guys and was able to ask for help, explain what I needed, and understand the
response. I definitely need a new
battery, which will only cost me 1000 gdes (about $16 American). I hope to make it back tomorrow or Thursday
to buy the new battery.
Phonsley waiting at the doctor's office |
Oskar and Phonsley--I was bored, so I took pictures through the window. |
Then, today
I took three of the kids to the orthopedic doctor to get a script for x-rays
for them. The nice doctor—Dr. Nau
(pronounced “No”)—and I spoke Creole. I
understood him, and he understood me!
Sweet. He sent us to the x-ray
place right away, but we just missed the technician . . . he headed home 15
minutes early because he didn’t want to be out in the rain. No big deal, but I was able to talk and joke
with the other workers about the place closing up shop before the official
closing time. Again, score for my Creole
skills!
I am in no
way fluent, but these small successes give me so much confidence that I can
live and work in Haiti without being dependent on others.
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