Wednesday, December 9th, 2009 8:00p.m.
Palm tree branches doubled over, churning waves crashing upon the shore, water pouring over the fishing dock like small waterfalls, sailboats tossed and turned far off course, jackets and long sleeves donned, temperature dropped sufficiently.
Perhaps this seems to be referencing some tropical storm. No - it's just a description of a blustery day in Haiti. The wind suddenly picked up late this morning, and soon school papers were blowing all over the place, so Ashley and I decided it was time to take a break on the beach. We were instantly entranced...with spray from the frothy waves sprinkling our faces, the deafening wind and crashing waves filling our ears...this opportunity could not be passed up; Math would wait. Crash joined us, and we all jumped in, riding the gigantic waves, screaming and laughing as they pulled and pushed us, now throwing us onto the rocky shore, now threatening to bury us in the depths. When we tired of being tossed like dirty clothes in a washing machine, we sat on the edge of the dock and let the white caps splash up over our already drenched selves. A thorough and rewarding search for seashells along the shore was the perfect finale to our afternoon adventure.
Two hours later we traversed upstairs to bathe and relax, invigorated but exhausted. The wind had slowed a bit, but the pretty little wind chime hanging in my window was still tinkling delightfully. Sigh. Another wonderful day in Haiti.
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