Haiti beckons

I am off to Haiti in less than two days! I am really excited about it. I just love traveling so much, the mere thought of packing sends shivers down my spine. It's been awhile since I've visited a developing country and I find that I enjoy spending time in those the most. Probably because what attracts me is the amount of diversity and there is more of that in these countries. Although, Japan is definitely a developed country, but it's so drastically different from other western countries, it's in a whole different league. Anyway, back to Haiti. And me in it.

I had to buy some scrubs from goodwill to wear down there because apparently that's the only time women can wear pants and not be considered to have a damaged reputation if you catch my drift. I also had to find some long dresses with sleeves to wear when I'm not wearing scrubs. Have you ever tried to find a long dress with sleeves in Florida in the summer time? Near impossible. But a thrift store in Port St. Joe for the Humane Society was obliging and I found two dresses of a lesser degree of hideousness that I could wear. And now I think I'm all set for clothes to wear! I just hope I don't sweat to death. Of all the possible misfortunes to befall a person in Haiti, I'm oddly concerned with sweating to death.

I'm reading this amazing book about this 18 year old girl who is sailing around the world, all by herself. She is woefully inadequate for the task, but of course, that is what makes her story so appealing. What would be the fun of reading the accounts of a briny ole mariner with twenty odd years of experience under his crusty belt? None at all! So, needless to say, reading of her adventures has about got me in a lather of excitement about the prospect of embarking on my own adventure! Unfortunately, I'm not talking about Haiti here since it's only a week and I'm going with about 14 other people (I think). I'm trying to keep the trip exciting by knowing as little as possible about the details. If nothing else, that should make for an interesting interview at customs.

Well, it's gotten late and my brain has turned off for the night. Actually, I'd much rather get up and start packing for Haiti than sit here typing out some bric-a-brac letter clusters that barely make sense. I know it's time to move on when my grammar and spelling take a nose-dive and my typing gets dyslexic. 'p's for 'b's and all sorts of other nonsense.