You know you’re in Haiti when…
you get peed on while playing at an orphanage.
you get thrown up on while driving down a mountain from a kid on the same day your teammate got peed on, all of while still driving merrily along.
you drive down a straight road, but never in a straight line.
you start to crave garlic bread when you smell it in the air, until you realize that it’s peoples’ body odor…disgusting, but oh so true.
you can no longer tell the difference between tan lines or dirt lines.
you find a tail-less lizard in the sink while doing dishes…remove it with a wooden spoon, and continue the dishes
a walk to school consists of avoiding oncoming traffic and dirty wet trash.
you possibly get lung cancer from riding a tap tap to the market.
you hear Justin Bieber and Lil Wayne from everyone you meet.
you fall asleep every night listening to fist-pumping music from the club next door.
you wake up to a 4 inch cockroach trying to catch a siesta with you in your sleeping bag.
you see the same rat scurry across the dining hall several nights in a row and consider giving it a name.
you excuse yourself from breakfast to throw up from Malaria medicine and then proceed to pick up conversation where you left off.
you eat dinner at 4pm…some days at 2 or 3pm
you wake up at 6am and it’s already 100 degrees outside.
your new name is Blanc or Americana.
you forget what silence sounds like because car horns are constantly blaring.
you pray before entering a vehicle because you may or may not survive the crazy driving.
you are soaked in sweat before you leave the shower to change into fresh clothes.
you have to keep your eyes on your water bottle at all times or a random kid will drink from it.
you never know what time it is because every kid you meet resets your watch.
you open a can of tuna with a butter knife.
