The day started with an early breakfast of papaya, fresh pineapple (very pale in color), spicy peanut butter (all natural) eggs and delicious Haitian coffee (roasted in sugar cane). We then loaded up and headed to what they call "Airport Church". It is in a very rural area located near the tiny Jeremie airport. The roads are so bumpy that words cannot possibly do justice in their description. We arrived and parked in what can only be described as a very primitive place of worship. The service had already started so we waited and stood outside of the church. The photo to the left captures the view we came upon. 
The photo doesn't capture the sweet spirit that was in that place. We drew closer and came in. The benches were logs, the altar was a lace table cloth draped over a table and the Pastor was a young man named Thomas. (blue shirt) He spoke so passionately and though it was in Creole, we understood much. We all sang and clapped together - we
all loved the same God. When it came time for the offering our team gave generously - it was so beautiful. Our few dollars will go so far there and they were so grateful. Truthfully, I believe that they would acted the same with or without the money. They sang many hymns that we recognized - they sang in French Creole and we sang in English - again . . . . beautiful and touching. After worship, we headed back to Yvrose's orphanage and had lunch. We had chicken, rice and beans and a souffle. Our team agreed to eat every bite because of all it took for them to acquire it
for us, yet we all struggled with the burning knowledge that the children outside and the girls in the kitchen hadn't eaten anything yet that day. Very sobering, very hard. The orphans would get beans and rice later that day. Later, some of the team members were tired and having some issues adjusting to the heat, so they decided to take us back to the compound to rest and relax. We did that, and while it was really nice, it was hard to stop thinking of the children back at the orphanage.
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