Three months ago we went to Haiti. (No, there is no excuse for why I didn’t post this blog sooner.) We figured we couldn’t live here without experiencing the other side of the island. To be honest, I was a bit nervous about the experience: a long bus ride, the language barrier, not knowing how to get around, experiencing new levels of need.
But I loved it. So I wanted to share a few of my impressions of the D.R.’s next-door neighbors.
1. Haiti is nothing like the D.R. I was expecting this one, but it’s crazy how different two countries that share an island can be. Haiti and the Dominican Republic have very different histories, which have shaped their distinct present-day cultures, demographics, and economies. Some new things for me? Hearing Creole all the time (a fusion of French and African languages), eating spicy food (Dominicans do not like anything picante, as a rule), using gourdes instead of pesos, and riding in a tap-tap (a covered pick-up truck) instead of a bus or taxi.

One difficult, self-evident distinction is that Haiti is the poorest country in the Western hemisphere, while the D.R. is somewhere in the middle of the pack. And while trash and infrastructure could use some work in the D.R., the need is on a completely different level in Haiti.
2. Haiti is beautiful. The side of Haiti covered by the media is real, but it is only one side. What struck me most about Haiti was its natural beauty. Driving into the city of Cap Haitien, we were met with an amazing view—the ocean on one side, mountains on the other. A couple days later we hiked up a mountain, and the panorama was simply incredible.

The people were also striking. I loved the huge smiles of the kids we saw walking to school, the girls with hair ribbons that matched their uniforms. Though most people in Haiti live without electricity or running water, all the kids we saw wore clean, pressed uniforms; everyone clearly took pride in caring for themselves.
3. There is a huge international aid presence. The first thing I saw when we crossed the border was a UN building. As we continued driving, we saw more buildings and vehicles emblazoned with familiar acronyms like UN and USAID. The few foreigners we saw were in UN vehicles.
I can’t judge whether these organizations are the most effective way to help Haiti. However, I can vouch for a couple of local organizations that we visited who are doing awesome work, providing local jobs and seeking sustainable solutions. One is a sanitation NGO that provides toilets, uses the waste to create compost, and then sells the fertilizer. I was quite impressed by this operation—check them out here. Another operation employs Haitian moms, training them to make beautiful handmade baby clothes, which are sold both locally and in the U.S.
HOPE also has a savings program in Haiti, partnering with local churches to offer biblically-based training and a safe place to save. I am so excited that I get to return to Haiti to visit this program next month!
4. People are friendly. I’ve taken an introductory Haitian Creole course, which means I can tell you how to say “rice and beans”, but I can’t get around Haiti without significant help. Riding in a tap-tap and on the back of motorbikes, we were basically at the mercy of strangers. English and Spanish speakers were hard to come by, and communicating via dictionary can be slow-going, especially when you’re trying to tell your moto-taxi driver he needs to turn right in about two seconds.
Thankfully, everyone was so kind. As I stumbled over Creole, our new friends willingly stumbled over English. Strangers were quick to say bonjou as we went by. And when we weren’t able to communicate, those huge smiles were enough.



father, and pastor. His shop is across the street from his church and just down the road from his family’s home, where his wife sells homemade desserts and juices. Alejandro’s store is named after their 9-year-old son, Otoniel, who told me he dreams of following in his dad’s footsteps when he grows up. It was clear that this was a strong family.











