It is 9:25 a.m. and we are now driving home on Interstate 66 near the town of Front Royal, Virginia. Our plane from Haiti arrived in Newark late as we missed our plane to Wash D.C. last night. We were delayed in Port au Prince leaving about 40 minutes late and once we landed we had to pick up our baggage and get through customs, hence we missed our plane. We had had about a 1 ½ hour layover. Continental was very accommodating and booked us a new flight today leaving at 6:30 a.m. to Dulles. They even put us up in a hotel room for the night.
Now the trees roll by at 70 miles an hour as I see the Appalachian Mountains around me. It is a new day for us in America, back to our prosperous lives while the people of Haiti cling to where their next meal might come from. I think we are still partly zombies from this travel having to get up at 4:15 this morning and our bodies are trying to recover from this past week’s lifestyle of beans and rice, cold showers, breathing dust, and hearing the rooster crow.