As we pick up a little more Kreyol and familiarity, we’ve started to hang out with more neighbors. We went to the market with Libne (Leeb-nuh), a gorgeous, gregarious eighteen year old, who is visiting home from her last year of high school in Port au Prince. Strolling in her celebrity-like wake, we admired her enthusiastic embraces of grandmothers and aunties, she was quick to pick up babies, and graciously tolerant of much male attention. Libne would walk hand in hand with Genevieve, asking her to repeat phrases in Kreyol until she got it perfect, then quizzing her ten minutes later. She also trustingly accepted Genevieve’s offer to help carry laundry back from the stream. Eve learned how to precariously balance a thirty-pound metal basin (towering with clean, wet clothes) while walking up a rocky path.
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