I must admit I was pretty distracted on our village tour the
first day by the following of little girls who accumulated as we went. I think it started because I was trying to
practice my Creole and asked one of the girls who was eyeing me as I was
walking past her family’s hut what her name was. (She was also darling and reminded me of a
friend I have in Iowa City, Leara.) Her
name was Islan, and although I’m normally terrible with names, that one stuck. I said “Au Revoir Islan” as I was walking
away, and I think that was the spark that ignited our fast friendship. She started walking with me, then a few of her
friends follow suite; and soon they all started helping me learn Creole by
pointing at things we’d pass and trying to teach me the word. Some words were easy, like sheep is ‘mouton,’
and cow is ‘bef.’ The best for them though was teaching me the harder words, as
they really got a kick out of my mispronunciations—sometimes giving them
giggling fits that lasted minutes. They
also really enjoyed touching and commenting on my hair (if I’d known more
Creole I would have told them something like “oh, girls, this ain’t nothing
compared to my little sister’s locks”).
I really fell in love with them though when they started holding my
hands as we walked (especially grabbing my hand to stabilize me whenever the
road was steep or especially rocky.) At
some points on the walk, Islan (14), and her 13 year old best friend would be
on either side of me holding both my hands; and then Manize, the most precious
7 year old I’ve ever seen, would just hold onto the back of my shirt, or even
put her little hand on my hip as we walked, I guess so she could be physically
linked into our little group too.
Towards the end of our walk Manize told me she loved me (in Creole of
course, but luckily one of the other village kids that joined the group knew
enough English to translate). Amazingly
I knew an appropriate-ish response in Creole: ‘Eh ou mem tu’ I said, meaning
something like ‘and you also.’ Islan and
co. were definitely the highlight of my first day in Haiti.
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