Ultra blog 5000

The water situation is overwhelming. I don't know what we can do more than what we're doing. Maybe more of what we're doing. It seems you have to select the people who will really take care of things to give them a purification system. I wonder if they can make some money selling a cup of clean water, or maybe charge to use the purification device per bucket. Like a quarter, or something. The fliters are expensive, and if we continue to use this as our model with us saying we'll replace the $28 filters, it could be too much. We're going to try and connect with the people that we've already given the devices to in a later trip, we'll then give them a new filter. June is what we're set for. If you have an idea that you think could work then please feel free to pass it on. I think we'll just need to communicate with the people who are working in Haiti. Perhaps someone has an amazing solution that just needs funding. I can't currently think of something better than the purification systems. I am not sure who came up with it, I'm thinking it was Pam. I suppose I could just go ask her. Also a tad perplexed as to why I've not asked her yet.

This is our last night here, and I'm out on the balcony, looking at the sky. I suppose it's not so different from an Illinois sky. I see a star. There's more noise here. Dogs and roosters, loud music, etc. Our law enforcement is a lot more strict, as you might guess. Everyone on our trip is feeling fatter than before. We just ate a huge meal, and we've been eating like kings and queens for breakfast and dinner. For lunch, it's usually less. We've been drinking so many calories, though, even with all the walking and other activities, I'd guess we put on some weight. Luckily, P90X awaits me when I get home. 

Another observation: I typically want to classify a group of people, like "such and such country has a lot of generous people," etc. However, I have to admit, I've met some amazing kids and some little stinkers. I had this kid begin to give me what appeared to be a made up handshake that would make us tight. So we slapped hands, then met with our backhands... and he's doing this slow like he's teaching me what our little shake is gonna be... then the kid flips me off. Hard core flipped me off. I pointed behind me and yelled "MAL!" Bad. Basically telling him to get away. No kite for you, kid. Another kid was throwing rocks at us. But most of the kids we encountered were great. Of course we were at orphanages and schools. So... maybe it's about finding some of them in the right environment. Kids will be kids in many cases. 

Anyways, when I get back to Illinois I want to do some things. 

1. Hug my wife 

2. Get a kite. What a fun toy

3. Watch more movies I loved as a kid, like "The Lion King"

4. Play less video games

5. Eat even better than I try to

6. P90X

7. Take a hot shower or bath

8. Live life a little slower. Like the Haitians.