Okay. I just got told to update my blog. So, here it goes. It's been awhile and lots has happened, well, sort of.
Beet harvest finished. I'm still looking for a permanent job. I'm still living with my parents in the freakin' artic circle of northeastern Montana/western North Dakota. My nephew, Kieran, is eight weeks old and getting more adorable by the minute. And, I spent two weeks in Haiti! Then I flew to Minnesota for my nephew's baptism.
Yep, I was lucky enough to take a two-week vacation to Port-au-Prince. It was wonderful to be back! Once I got there, it seemed as though I had never left. David (yes, I am still with my boyfriend who lives there) picked me up at the airport. I was so happy to see him! Neither of us could stop smiling! I went to visit so I could attend the grand premiere of Konpa Top, his new band. They played at the Poly Cafe in Petionville on Friday, November 18. It was a good show, at least what I can remember of it since I drank plenty of rum that night. No, just kidding. I remember everything while they played; it's the after hours partying that is a little blury. Anyway, it was so good to see him on stage again. Previously, he was in the band Top Digital. But band broke up, so David (the guitarist) and Franck (the bass player) formed another band with one of the managers, Louis. David, I mean Dave Benson, is such an incredible guitar player. Yes, I am biased, but seriously, he is really good. He belongs on a stage entertaining people with his talent. I only wish I could see him play more.
I will write more stories about this trip as the month continues. There is plenty to tell about, but it shouldn't be in just one blog. Although, I need to mention one thing . . .
My two cents of the day: This goes to myself. As I was getting out of the car at the PAP airport to leave the country, I forgot one of my bags. I didn't notice until I went through the first security checkpoint with David, who then said to me, "Where is your other bag?" He noticed it first! Not me! The car had already left, so I had to run outside the airport, find someone I knew with a cell phone, and get the car to stop so the person could take me to meet the car to get my bag while David stood inside the airport with my bags waiting for me to come back. Geeesh. I'm an idiot. Can you blame me, though? I wasn't thinking about my luggage, I was thinking about leaving David again. Not exaclty thinking straight through all the tears.
Okay, so I thought I would add a picture of myself with my students and David (it's from June):