Sadly, I will not be traveling to PaP after all. But I am determined to make tomorrow into an adventure! Right now I am torn between taking a taptap to Milot to try to track down a friend for a visit and work-related interview, and taking a trip with a community health worker into the deeply poverty-stricken nearby city that is literally built on trash. Apparently that trip would involve a boat-ride.
As I sat on the boulevard today waiting for my dinner meeting while watching the sea lapping at the trash-covered beach, a dog with a wagging tail made a bee-line for me and put its head on my lap. All other dogs I have encountered here have wanted nothing to do with me, and I am not surprised. Most are skittish and scarred but tough. Even dogs who are "owned by" people tend to spend their time on the streets, poking through trash for morsels of food that humans may have missed. From the looks of them, the dogs don't tend to find many morsels of food, and people have not been kind to them. All too often, I see scars in the shapes of objects that I imagine were used to intentionally strike the animals. All this is to say that I was very moved when my new canine friend sought me out today and showed me affection. After I patted her head for a few moments, she curled up at my feet for the duration of my wait.
Check back on Thursday, dear readers, to see if I am able to pack adventure into my Wednesday "stuck" in Northern Haiti.
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