It's the little things that make living in Haiti so worthwhile. For instance, the other evening, Portia and I went for a walk with a group of children. They pointed out things in Creole, and I pointed them out in English.
"The sun doesn't sleep. He disappears over there, then comes up over there." States Fery of the sunset.
In this picture, we are trying to throw rocks through a small piece of wire. I made it through a couple times! Go me! Like I said, it's the little things.