So I fell off the wagon....

Alright, so I'm not proud of this post. But I do feel it is slightly justified at the same time.

I have a soda addiction. Or had one, I should say. It got so bad a few years back, (I just HAD to have that fizz and burn in my mouth--other liquids just wouldn't do) that I had to swear off the stuff completely. For what its worth, I think soda is one of the worst things you could put in your body. It's a Big No, No, in my book.

Well the other week, when I was really sick, I remembered that Coke was supposed to help with stomach issues (is that a rumor, or is it true?) Because I was feeling SO bad, I was willing to try anything, even Coke. So I drunk one. And then two. And then three. From there, it was all downhill (and yes, you guessed what the bedside tupperware was for, pictured below).

At that point, I figured I might as well try the "Couronne" (sort of like Fanta), since I was already on a roll (and needed to replenish my electrolytes anyways). And then, I fell into such despair that I figured there was no hope left for me.

So today at the supermarket I succumbed...in a big moment of weakness. I came home with the following purchases.

Hey, this could have been a lot worse. I could have stocked my cart up with 6 and 12-packs. But I opted for this nice little assortment--a sampler platter if you will--so I could figure out what I liked best.

At first, this was kind of a liberating experience. But now, all those good feelings have turned sour. I think I had better mend my ways before it gets too far out of hand.

The first step is coming clean. I just did that. I think the next step would be to throw the remaining cans away. Maybe after the Cherry Pepsi, I'll consider.

So that's my vice, what's yours?

Safeway: It's not just a store, it's a way to shop

Saturdays are becoming my favorite day around here....as unexciting as it might sound to you, going to the grocery store here is definately a thrill to me. On Saturday, the whole world is out..

shopping the way much of the world does it. In huge, crowded outdoor markets--buzzing with life and endless arrays of local delicacies.

The streets are so crowded, that our car comes far too close to plowing many of these people down.
But our destination, my friends, is not the outdoor market. Oh no. We shop nowhere else but "The Carribbean,"-aka- "the Wallmart of Haiti." Equipped with a whopping 6 checkout lanes, this place is officially the largest supermarket in the country.

You see, I prefer to do my shopping where I can not only buy dark chocolate Hershey bars and Kellogg's Raisin Bran Crunch, but where I can do it with fully-armed troops, casually shopping in the aisles next to me. I kid you not.

After going through checkout, I wheeled my cart outside, and as I was rounding the corner heading to our car, I quite literally ran into this fine fellow (nice enough to smile for the camera).

Joe was out on a milk run, and forgot to leave this four-foot machine gun in the car. Now I ask you folks, is this really necessary?

Seriously, could he not have left the heavy artillery at home while he stocked up on groceries? Or is he out to protect grandma and grandpa from the harsh realities of the meat and dairy case? It's one thing to be patrolling the slums of Port-au-Prince, but the grocery store?

Sadly, this is the reality here. UN presence is as numerous and common as fast-food chains are in the States. Their "every-day vehicles" (below) easily comprise 10% of all vehicles on the road.

I'm not sure whether I feel safer, or not. And I'm definately not up to speed on the current politics of it all. But I do know this, I'll count myself lucky to be able to shop at a place where service and value meets 5-star safety ratings.

Until next time.....

Take the Tour--Youth Centers in Port-au-Prince!

Last week, I had the opportunity to visit some of our project's youth centers in the greater Port-au-Prince zone, as a part of some communications work I'm doing for IDEJEN. What is IDEJEN might you ask? It's a French accronym for the "Haitian Out-of-School Youth Livelihood Initiative." I jumped on this unique opportunity to see some things "up close and personal," like I knew I would not be able to do on my own....

Quick side note: Creole is so much more efficient than French. Take the above as a case in point. If it were in French, you'd read: "Initiative pour le Developpment des Jeunes en Dehors du Milieu Scolaire." In other words, use as many words as possible to describe something fairly simple by nature.

Anyways, for those of you interested in a little background to the project, here is the scoop: The youth in our program are some of the most disadvantaged you will find anywhere. They are out-of-school young people (ages 15-24) who have had either minimal or no previous education--many experiencing extreme poverty and the lingering effects of political unrest. There are thousands and thousands of them in the country, and the numbers are ever-rising. The IDEJEN project provides them with free access to basic education (basic literacy, numeracy, and life-skills) on top of technical and vocational training (a certain trade) that they can use to find jobs. They are then accompanied for 6 months after graduation with job counseling, mentorship, linkages to internships, and help with small-business development.

(The problem is that the economy is so bad in Haiti, that there are no jobs available in the formal/private sector. Even folks with university degrees have no work. That only leaves the informal sector open our youth, and the possibility of entrepreneurship/creating their own small businesses. IDEJEN is now trying to tailor its trainings to meet the current/ changing demands of the labor market and get these kids into viable jobs.) Sorry for that--I'm done, promise.

So along with me on my journey, were these dashing young men. They are IDEJEN field agents who work directly with the youth. On the right, you have Chandlier, who has officially become one of the coolest people I know. The picture doesn't do it justice, but doesn't he remind you a Rambo action figure of some sort?
The day started off at this center, where we were locating a few of IDEJEN's youth "success stories" (which I'm documenting). "HPCD" stands for Haitian Parnters for Christian Development. They are a local partner organization to IDEJEN.

These guys have graduated the program and become proficient in the sewing industry. They now work full time earning money for the youth centers, and training other youth. The only thing better than one guy that sews...

is two of them. Above, Jean-Erwin demonstrates that "manly men" really do sew. On the production belt today-these handy IDEJEN bags.
I actually really wanted to snag one (i've got a thing for bags and backpacks....second in line to shoes). I even offered to pay, but they were reserved strictly for the youth. I then tried to pull the youth card myself, but had to be reminded that IDEJEN classifies youth as 15-24 years old. Knocked out by a few. In order to fuel up for the rest of the day, we stopped to grab some authentic grub. Here we are in the neighborhood of "Carrefour-Feuilles" or in Creole, "k-fou-fey." (much more fun to say).

I am constantly drawn in by the use of color everywhere. Why not paint your door like a rainbow collidescope?

We then made it to our next youth center to document some more great successes. These kids truly were an inspiration....

You could spot 'em a mile away in their bright orange shirts.....

These guys were learning auto-mechanics as their trade. It was actually quite impressive.

So of course, I had to jump in the picture.
If you keep your eyes peeled, you can spot some wonderful things and people that sometimes slip under the radar.

Stepping inside the center....

I finally found some girls! Haiti produces some of the most amazing artists--these girls were training to become such---and use their skills to earn a living for themselves and their families.
But by far, my favorite were the "house guys."

Demonstrating skillful craftsmenship and a steady hand, Bariffe is now a formal employee for the youth center and makes these clay houses under a contract with the University of Florida.
Again, I wanted to snag one, but would have had to double Florida's prices.
We then headed onto another center about a half-hour drive away, through some pretty interesting terrain...

Two unrelated observations: 1. Sea-foam colored buildings are way up there on my list.

2. The lotto industry comprises up to 50% of the local economy in some areas.
Outside the main doors of the youth center below, you'll already find these young entrepreneurs hard at work, displaying some of their crafts for sale.

I think they must have loved me.....I couldn't pass up the key chains, the smashing Haiti-logo bracelets, or the sandals. It was, after all, for a good cause.

At this center, you could find youngsters learning a variety of trades like painting,

tiling, and plumbing/electricity (picture erased).

The girls were my favs though.

So back in DC before I left, my boss gave me a bag of red, beaded AIDS-awareness pins that had been hand-made by some of our youth in Haiti. I was given strict orders to "take them to church and sell them all " before I left. So I guess that didn't happen. When I unexpectedly came face to face with the exact youth who made them,the guilt started to sink in. So I'll put out this plug now. I've got about a hundred of em in my apartment in DC. If you want one for a $1.50, it's yours!

I caught our driver chillin' with the locals.

So the original girl we had hoped to find and photograph at that center, did not show up that day. I was then taken for a wild-goose chase, into some very "authentic" areas to find this girl at her house.

Past some very colorful characters...
I was then told to put my camera away. and keep a low profile.....so I did (after these next two shots).

After winding our way up the steep alleys, past colorful folk and endless manifestations of urban poverty, we came to Manouchekka's house. Her dad was very welcoming, and proudly invited us into his home, that could barely fit our group of 6. I appreciate seeing people who have nothing, but take pride in what they do have. He earned a living for his family sewing clothes on this machine.

We did meet up with the Manouchekka, and her brother....who took a few of us upstairs on the roof to have a look at the view.

And boy was it a sight.

My tour guides...(and apparent Nets fans)
In the distance (below) is some of the downtown area of Port-au-Prince. Unlike other destinations, in Haiti, ocean-front property is not something to aspire to. The most impoverished and infamous slums in the country are actually located right on the ocean. I was able to visit a youth center in one such area, but was unable to shoot any pictures (If I get ahold of the professional photographer's shots-let's hope he's in a good mood-I'll post 'em next time). But the youth here were such an example of resilience and opptimism in the face of extreme odds.

Sweaty, sunburned, and far too overdressed for the unanticipated treck, I seemed to be attracting some unexpected attention on the roof. So I scooted on out of there. I gather they don't get too many vistors like me up here.

This was the entrance of the last center we visited that day...but the dead camera, once again, did not help.

The kids you meet here, are by far one of my favorite things about this country. You can see a whole word unravel in their eyes. And they take you as you are, nothing more....nothing less.

So, it was a pretty amazing day. Working from the office in DC tells you one side of the story, but being on the ground and seeing how the story actually plays out, is something completely different. Something very refreshing, inspiring, and quite welcomed.....

Thanks for coming along!