yummy seasons :)

Those who know me well probably know how excited I get about mango season, particularly in Haiti.  I’m talking mangoes EVERYWHERE; lining the streets in pretty little green & yellow piles, heaped in baskets atop the heads of women en route to market, loaded to capacity in big trucks from the country to the city, the sound of one falling from the blow of a sandal, rock or green mango cast by a young boy or girl, and the smell of them fermenting on the ground during peak season (there are that many).  Mangoes of some forty different strains, varying in shape, size, taste, color & texture, can be found in haiti.  I, of course, have my favorites, but it’s fun to try them all.  Another thing that makes mango season in Haiti better than anywhere else is that you can buy a whole big pile of ‘em for about fifty cents (that and people are always gifting them)!  I almost live on mangoes alone through the months of January - July in Haiti.   

And just when I’m about to turn into a mango… avocados come to the rescue!  Mango season is petering out now & the avos are starting to roll in (the absolutely best time ever) here in haiti.  Since the day I spotted the first avocado in the street about a week ago (the lady selling stuff had only one &, after doing a double-take, I turned around to snag it up) I have, no lie, been thriving pretty much solely on avocados an mangoes.  It’s just too friggin’ hot for me to eat a plate of hot & heavy rice w/ beans & sauce.  …but a nice avo salad (avo, tomato, onion, olive oil & balsamic vinegar) has been my daily pleasure (maybe next week I’ll switch to guacamole w/ homemade tortillas ;).  And, here, a beautiful rich avocado sells for about 20 cents each.  Eating those imported things in the temperate US just doesn’t do it for me.  Haiti’s got me hooked.    ;)        

       

ps: i borrowed these pics from the web. 

ladies, be a diva, please

I never, ever, thought I would write about anything concerning a diva of any kind but, hey, look, it’s happening.  It’s just that I’ve been part of one too many conversations concerning menstrual cycles where I couldn’t help but tout the blessings of the menstrual cup.  Sooooo, if you dON’T know what I’m talking about, perk up your ears (or eyes, I suppose) and listen for a sec.  

The menstrual cup is a small, pliable, silicone cup that catches all the goods when inserted in the vagina during your menstrual cycle.  Personally it’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me.  No more buying tampons every month (which are not cheap). No more creating “feminine” waste every month.  And no more being caught off guard (don’t you hate trying to discreetly ask around for a tampon?). 

There are several brands out there, but I have the Diva Cup.  It’s simple, comfortable & so much easier to deal w/ than pads or tampons.  And if you think it may be messy, think again.  Plus, one cup lasts about 10 years! 

That’s all I’ve got to say about that.  Go ahead, do your own research, & go get one if you don’t already use one!  It’s better for you/me & better for the planet.  How can you go wrong?    

I'll be in the states for a month in August, so if you want me to bring one back to Haiti for you, let me know!

revolution baby

painting the town of la reference

According to modern economic standards, Haiti can be perceived as the most helpless and dependent population of the Western hemisphere. There were 4,000 NGOs working here before the earthquake, which leaped to 10,000 on the ground after. $10 billion have been pledged to lift this country out of misery but 18 months have passed and it’s a mystery where all of that money has gone. …or is it (into the pockets of aid workers, perhaps?)?

Port-au-Prince residents, when questioned about the lack of traction on the entire movement, as well as at the individual level, bear the same explanation: “We don’t have money. We don’t have the means for change.” And that's the problem: The mentality is that money is the ultimate solution as well as the universal impediment.

However, despite these realities, a quiet revolution is taking place in Cité Soleil, which is probably the most disenfranchised community in all of Haiti. Sure, they are poor. They say so themselves. But poverty is a relative term. In their case, they are poor because they have always counted the things that they don’t have. But if they count up all that they do have, regarding resources, they will see that they are, in fact, rich. The most amazingly refreshing thing is that THEY GET IT. They finally understand that NGOs can’t and won’t save them. They understand that money is not ever going to come on its own. And they’re finally starting to understand the value of their own heads, hands and hearts. It’s so exciting to work alongside a motivated group of young Haitians without being viewed, personally, as a piggy bank.

new street sign for la reference

So we had initially named the little movement in our community of La Reference, “Pwojè Soley Leve [The Rising Sun Project]” but we now realize that we are not alone. This movement is so much bigger, extending far outside the limits of our street. There are other groups just like ours who have self mobilized to actively put forth a positive image of Cité Soleil.
   

mural at la difference

One is a group called La Difference, who has successfully transformed an area of 4 blocks into a beautiful oasis of cleanliness & security.
 

sunset near the wharf

Another is the Cité Soleil fishing cooperative (OPECS) who, in addition to fishing, organizes voluntary beach clean-ups and works together to maintain clean public toilets, etc.
  
 

CSA share

Then there is a farming cooperative (REMISOV)in the rural part of the Cité who has reclaimed the land once run by the Haitian American Sugar Company to grow organic food crops while creating their own micro financing system.


And the list of groups volunteering to make a difference for their community and rule their own destinies keeps growing. Yesssss….


So my mighty sidekick, Sabina, and I have been working to connect the dots between them so that they realize that the entirety of Cité Soleil can and will change, and soon, if they just combine their efforts and continue on this path. We’ve been having meetings and they are getting organized. This is now the movement we are calling “Rising Sun”. Could it be a revolution? I love this shit.