Kreyol in action

This may be the first day I begin to feel at home in Haiti. Today Ashley (the other volunteer from the States) and I went “out on the town” to explore and find our way around. This guy comes up along side us and passes us but says Bonjou so I replied the same and then he was saying something more to Ashley who was in front of me so I asked him what he was saying and then he starts speaking a bit of English (hows that for a runon sentence?). Anyway, he pretty much accompanied us the whole time we were out and I think Creole started sticking today by me trying to speak to him and by him speaking to me. This group of kids even stopped us to talk to us and tell us about this fundraiser they were having and I understood some of it. It was fun, actually and I quite feel at home now. I also discovered, if I’m trying to hear and understand Creole and I’m thinking in English, it doesn’t work out so well. Gotta start thinking in Creole or just turn off the thinking. I’m excited to get to the point where I don’t have to think so hard about what they’re saying to understand. Cuz right now, I have to be looking at them, listening closely, and thinking hard about what they’re saying in order to get it—and sometimes I don’t even get it, but oh well.