Going Home

Well, we're at the Guest House on Friday night and it's pouring down rain.  We had a bitter-sweet good-bye at La Tremblay this morning as youth, especially, asked us not to forget them.  The day before, we completed a task of removing rubble to a certain point that, from my standpoint, was satisfying.  The Engineer for the project came by and we visited, as did Tom Vincus and Sarah from the Guest House.  They brought crutches for Diana.  YEA!  After saying our good-byes to the La Tremblay children, youth, and adults this morning, we headed out on a tour of Port-au-Prince.  As it was a year ago for me, it was a sobering experience; so different from La Tremblay.  The people, the noise, the traffic, the dust, the exhaust....  Ugh.  A highlight for me was visiting L'Eglise d'Methodiste downtown - a beautiful sanctuary that was unscathed in the earthquake, while its school next door was flattened.  We prayed for the church as we were there.  In the other parts of the city, I could see that most of the rubble had been removed.  We saw the Catholic Cathedral and the Palace - the former will not be rebuilt, the latter will be rebuilt.  We went up the mountain to the Haiti Baptist Mission to eat, and met one of the founders, Eleanor Turnbull, a remarkable lady at the age of 87.  She and her husband, Wallace, helped to establish the Mission in 1946.  Then, we returned to the Guest House, ready to return to the comforts of America.  It's late and I'm tired.  Many more stories and pics to come.