Today Ruben, Jeanide, and I headed up to Bois D’Avril, a small village in the mountains outside Port-au-Prince, near a town called Kenscoff. We’re staying with the Currelly’s, a Canadian couple who have been living here for thirty years. The local school here is receiving 10 laptops, and we’re also setting up Internet-in-a-Box. Shoutout to Nancie Severs, who was the first to realize this is a good home for our machines and got everyone together to make it happen.
Adam’s stayed here before and described it as a Swiss villa. I figured he was just exaggerating like always, but now that I’m here I certainly do feel a sudden urge to start belting out, “The hills are alive with the sound of music.” Up here at 6,000 feet, you get quite a view. Also, John and Deb have done their best over time to make things comfortable for visitors and the many animals who also live here.
We’re also smack-dab in the middle of a cloudbank – at times, you can’t see any of the surrounding countryside because it’s blocked by fog. Less sun and a higher altitude also means the temperature’s below 70 here. That’s the coldest Jeanide and Ruben have ever been. I’ve been cracking up seeing them wandering around in bulky coats.
So far, we’ve just tinkered around with the server, walked around the village, met the directors and teachers, and given people a brief introduction to the XOs. Wait, I guess that was actually a lot of work after all.