Days pass very fast. I have the impression that it has been going faster since I turn 30 and feel like I am running out of time to do most of the things I love like Knitting.
Those three past months in Haiti were a blast but I did not touch a knitting needle thanks to all the great travels and fun with friends. The only time I came close to anything related to my life as a knitter was when I met this wonderful woman crocheting and selling her stuff on a street near my office in Port-au-Prince (photo above).
Back to NY and back for my last year of grad school, it’s time to pick up my needles. This winter, I am challenging myself not buy any yarn and work only with what I have available. This decision is due in part to the fact that I have decided to de-clutter my life. It felt so great to finally get rid of past magazine that I felt like I should apply the same rule to everything else. And let’s be frank pauvrete oblige I should stop buying $50 skeins.
Two weekends ago with my friends, I went to a lesser known coastal area in the South named Saint Jean du Sud.
We tasted a little thing the local call “brigot” which ressembles a cross between a snail and a conch. The taste is very particular and reminds me of scungilli made in italian eataries in New York. As it is custom in Haiti, it was stewed but it still had a crunchy consistency of scungilli in a very spicy red sauce that made us wish we had brought bread.
and eating coconut
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”
―George Gordon Byron
All the picture were taken in the South Department of Haiti. Besides the last picture, I have no clue what the names of the plants are but they are so beautiful. The last one is Choublak. We use it in Haiti to wash hair and also the leaves as a fever reducer for children. It grows everywhere in Haiti.
I am in any case complaining but my diet is consisting exclusively of mangoes these days. I have so many now that I have no clue what to do with them. How much mangoes can someone eat? I promise in a few days I will post other things besides mangoes
I discovered two new varieties today in an area called Camp Perrin in the south: Mango Zilat (first 2 photos) and the other I forgot the name
The mangoes they gave me
Three months today since my last post. I am delighted to see that my blog haven’t crash in my absence and I still have people who visit regularly.
I officially completed my first year of grad school (yeah me!) and decided to go to Haiti for an internship and to be with my family. It is very difficult to do any of my craft here since I intern full-time and have a marvelous social life. Partying and travelling around Haiti have replaced crocheting and knitting.
Plus I get to enjoy the best season of all: mango and avocado season. Having a fruit in the Caribbean is nothing compared to the tired and overpriced ones from my supermarket in NY. A couple months ago, I was craving mangoes and stumble upon a pile at Whole Foods for $3/mango. I was shock and could not stop bragging that “in my country we have so many mangos, we have no idea what to do with them and pigs eat them”. I can bet you they got those mangoes at 25 cents in Haiti.
Also a week ago during a survey I was carrying in Leogane I came upon this field of mangoes. I have never seen such a vast organized mango plantation. In Haiti, mango trees are usually found in people’s yards or on the side of the roads in small groups of 3 to 5, never like this. This is what I love about Haiti when you least expect it, it amazes you. Everything has yet to be discovered in this land and it is sad that misery and fear is stopping the population from experiencing the world around them.