Walking the Line

Today Luke and I went walking around Jarabacoa. This was our first time getting off campus and doing this on our own. We bought peanut brittle from a Haitian, gave money to a ragged old man, got asked by two different people if we wanted to be taken white water rafting or to the falls-to which we replied, actually, we live in jarabacoa and we work at escuela caribe (in spanish of course), so they wouldnt mistake us for tourists-not to mention that our taxi driver tried to take us to Francis rent-a-car, instead of the restaurant. What the hee.
Anyway its hot here. We both miss home. Not miss it enough to want to go back but we miss it none the less. We just like Canada a lot. And the Soo. Walking 'downtown' or going to the A&P. Stupid simple things.
But now we go and eat rice and beans at the blue restaurant. We drink coca cola from tall glass bottles. We get asked to buy peanuts from baskets on the streets. We sit in the backroom of a sweating little paper store that seems to sell the leftovers of western products (I've found a stack of notepads here that I would swear is from the seventies. The pages have turned yellow) using a cramped internet cafe.
Here we see naked children playing in the river right in town. A woman with a big blue bucket on her head, presumably filled with things to sell.
This world moves differently. You can't even imagine that your home because the landscape would never fool you.
We wish we could show all of you this world.

-becky