Mainland return…

It was a great morning to make the crossing from Ile-a-Vache to Les Cayes on mainland Haiti.

I find this area of the world fascinating. The residents are in a constant state of uncertainty. Some find themselves as subsistence farmers of the sea who live day-to-day on an island off the coast of an island off the coast of an island which consistently is called the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. Someday you should have a conversation with someone who truly knows what this means.

There are certain things that I may not ever be able to understand. I will always try.

The world is an impossible large and complex place. I see the patchwork in my passport with the extended pages. Each experience adds something. Like the existence of a patchwork sail which was once brand new but now contains only a small patch of the original sail, perhaps in a few years, there will only be a small portion of my original ideas about the world as I grew up in a small Alabama town.

But somehow I’ll always hold a part of that original pristine sail…

…and the ragged patchwork will be what I hoist up the mast in order to make it to the next shore.

Stay tuned…
-Noah D.