Genyen Maladi nan Chay La (Day 26)

Stomach-sickness this morning. I hope this is not due to a bacterial infection or some other nasty thing in food or water but is merely from a poor eating choice. I have felt better as the day progressed, so I am hopeful, though I spent most of the morning in bed feeling weak.

The Internet men came today and succeeded in disconnecting us completely from service, saying that we need a new receiver for the antenna. That will only cost $500 American, and renders communication with friends impossible for the rest of the journey.

I drove by myself to Hospice St. Joseph today to meet with Dawn. We had a talk for several hours about life and suffering. She counseled me that I was already on my way and that I needed no advice from her. This is validating. I did not receive all of the information from her that I would have liked, but partially this was due to my talking about other things. She gave me a tour of the Hospice, which is several stories tall, overlooking the mountains and sea to the west of Port-au-Prince, towards Cite Soleil and Carrefour. Truly beautiful—she mentioned the amazing sunsets and that there was also a year-long volunteer position open there. I did not feel drawn to it, though the sea beckoned from afar, telling me that I could be a next-door neighbor should I want. I would love to stay and learn more Kreyol and work with the dying patients from the countryside—but now is not the time. I am refreshed and ready to play the piano again—it feels like a foreign activity to me now—can I even do such a thing? Music, in general, is creeping up on me.

EDH: 1AM-8:15AM