At the age of 12, I left the US for the first time. I didn't go to a vacation resort or a historical landmark in Europe. My first trip beyond American soil was Haiti.
For the record, machete chopping is a tremendous alarm.
She would grab my hand and lead me throughout the house to meet relatives and neighbors. Sort of like a human show and tell.
They weren’t lying. They really used it as the bride delivery system.
It is hard to sleep when animals are chopped to pieces outside your window.
One by one, all eight pigs and three cows were butchered to serve as the meal after the wedding...
These are things you cannot learn from a textbook. It requires hands on experience and breaking out of your comfort zone.
"Well they give up or get more determined to leave Cuba to find opportunities."
My first impression was Fidel must be a close family member, not a government leader. No one has personal photos like this...
When you are good friends with someone, it is common to hold their hand as you walk and talk...
First thought that came to mind was that sounds like a delightful place to spend a day. Then came the big news. Blue Hills lacked both hills and anything blue.
Once on the roof, he let go and disappeared into the crowd of kids that were waiting to see the doctors and nurses. Of course they were not doing this willingly. Candy serves as a great bribe no matter the place.
You try explaining government medical coverage to a man living in Haiti that lacks the ability to speak, hear, or sometimes eat. Add in language and cultural barriers. It seemed impossible to convey.
Underage prostitution, children sifting through garbage heaps to find food, rampant crime, homes made of scrap materials, and large portions of people who never completed even the basic levels of education compose this village.
The coconuts were at the top of a large tree (about 25 feet tall) without branches. Only one way up, climb like a monkey...
I watched a goat go from the farm to my plate all within a few hours!
Within a few seconds, I was approached by a couple from Venice to take a photo for them.
From defusing bombs in special military units to serving wherever you can, this is the life of Graham.
How am I suppose to pick a winner when they all are uncoordinated and adorable?
Without hope, you feel like you are on rock bottom and life turns into a chore to get through instead of an adventure to be lived.