During the Summer of 2009, I went through a terrible breakup and I found it difficult to eat, sleep and function every day. My two aunts who are sisters of my mother stated that they had plans to visit their home country of Haiti. My Aunt Marsha, told me that I should join them on there trip so that I could take my mind of of things. I logged online and noticed that there was a cheap flight going the same day that they would be traveling to Haiti, but would arrive one hour after their flight would arrive. I called my aunts and I told them that I would join them on the trip but they would have to wait at the airport for me until my flight arrived. I do not speak Creole or French which are common languages that are spoken in Haiti, Creole being …show more content…
We drove through many different streets, some with stop lights and others with people crossing the road from every direction. I could not help but notice the smell of burning charcoal and diesel gas as we maneuvered our way through the crowded unpaved roads. It amazed me how the driver seemed to know everyone, it felt like every was family. We arrive to the house and I was welcomed with a plate of black rice and a steamed red snapper. The maids who were no older that eleven years old, greeted me with a kiss on each cheek, which is the traditional way for any child to greet an adult in the Haitian culture. They took my luggage and showed me where my room was located in the house. I quickly let go of my sour feeling about being left at the airport and joined my aunts across the street for a pedicure which happens to be two american dollars when you do the conversion. That night my aunt and I fell asleep on a cot on the veranda, I laughed so hard when we woke and she stated “ I can always share a bed with you, you did not move all night.” Mind you we had slept on a cot that was half the size of a twin size mattress. How could I dare