One Day in Haiti, Part V

I wandered around the innards of the house. The kitchen, no refrigeration.





Kids Napping.

Finally, I heard some welcome noise on the other side of the wall.

The truck was back.

Backed it into the compound and we begin to unload.





While Madame had the kids sit and sing. Creole is a beautiful language in song.



They also brought a swing set. I took videos with the camera of the process, so not many pictures.

And toys, mainly balls. This girl had never seen bubbles before and thought they were magic!



Nobody wanted to tell these kids this stuff wasn’t personal toys, but part of the swing set.