It is not really Haiti

The stop today actually was one of those private beaches/islands/whatevers that many of the cruise lines lease from local governments. I forget the name of all of them, but it has turned out to be a simple and safe way to do business.

All the money (with the exception of the local flea market) is owned and operated by the cruise line; the money stays in house. The nearby residents who have jobs are vetted for security issues and there is rarely a problem since there are many more people wanting jobs than there are jobs.

And no – I didn’t bother to get off the ship. It was another lovely day of peace and quiet in the lounge where I managed to knit through the first three graphs on Bonnie’s shawl.

Tomorrow is San Juan where I will foray onto land before I forget what earth beneath my feet feels like. Failing that – I will have to settle for concrete.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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One Response to It is not really Haiti

  1. Bill R says:

    We were treated badly by the Hatian vendors. Never again…

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