I made my first trip through the village on foot today. I felt like the Pied Piper, only I collected children instead of rats. Every few feet, more and more kids came out of hiding to walk with us, each one scrambling to hold our hands as we walked.
No matter what math majors might tell you, music could very well be the universal language.
I attended a church service today, and other than the word "everybody," which was used to have all of my family stand, I didn't understand a word.
Before heading to bed last night, my sister warned me that it can be difficult to sleep because of a) getting accustomed to the heat; b) the various noises from the village; and c) the sun rising at 5:30 a.m.
None of those proved to be a problem, at least not on my first night, but I'm mainly crediting that to my complete lack of sleep Friday night, which lead to almost total exhaustion my first few hours in Haiti.