Apparently the drive from the airport to the hotel was not as long as it could have been, meaning we only had to wait for 10 minutes behind a delivery truck rather than 30.
Amber, Erika and I chatted in the backseat of a truck while Pastor Gaetan drove and Scott sat in the front seat.
One of the girls asked a question and then said, “Maybe I should know that about Haiti but I don’t.”
In the age where we can Google anything, I wanted to know the answer too. The only book I brought on this trip was a big book about Haiti and I had it in my backpack on my lap. But I resisted taking it out. We were driving slowly through the streets and I had the sights and sounds of the country at my fingertips already.
How sad would it have been for me to stop experiencing to start reading about it?
I kept my backpack zipped up.
It’s what Chris keeps telling us. Be Present.
But as a writer, I think I’
m always working how to tell the right story, the best story, and that’s why we are here. Maybe sometimes I let the words fly through my head when I really should just let myself take it all in.
Be present and be emptied.
So we sat and we bumped across pits in the road and I was present. So. much. to.
see. The book can wait. And maybe once I finish it it will mean more because I won’t be just reading about a place, I will be reading about a place where I have smelled and saw and touched and loved.