Comfort Food

Yesterday was my one year wedding anniversary, which I think classifies as a big milestone. As an anniversary gift to each other, Frank, my husband, flew down from Washington, DC to spend the weekend with me. He got in on Friday, September 4th and left this afternoon. The four days he was here were absolute bliss. We went to an ex-pat and bourgeois hot spot for a program (aka concert), visited a friend at her house in a slum near where I live, enjoyed the local soccer final (they call it a tikan in Haiti), and visited Mother Theresa's Children's Hospital. The intention was to show him the ups and downs of Haiti, their brightly colored culture mixed with the harsh reality of their poverty. I think he enjoyed every minute and truly believes we could make a life here, which is a good thing since I already moved here.

While the visit was an amazing gift it was by no means long enough and today when I dropped him off at the airport, I truly felt my heart break just a little bit। He is absolutely the main source of my happiness, which I already knew, but something that surprised me is the boost in confidence I get when he is around and the pronounced appearance of my adventurous side. Both things, I believe are quite essential when living and working in Haiti. The conclusion is that I married my wonderful husband for a reason and being in different countries is not it.

Naturally as a women in the 21st century what did I do to ease my pain, I ate। I consumed all food that made me feel like home or made me think of positive things। What this took shape as was a buffet of all things I love to eat. I started with a little bit of...


Who does not love guacamole? And then it took the form of an American classic:
I ate the whole box by myself and do I feel better? OF COURSE! P।S. Am I glad that processed cheesy pasta is popular in Haiti or what?

To end my binge on a sweet note my comfort food took on a green color

Now I certainly feel better, but will have to go to the gym for the rest of the week for make up for it all। The morale of the story is I love my husband and it is not healthy for me to be without him.

Emotional State: I am a mess in many ways

Goal: To get Frank down to Haiti as soon as possible.