It's Thursday, and there's a party goin' on

I think I would rather the roosters and the rest of Old MacDonald's animals from this morning rather than the blaring, booming bass, and the somewhat distorted music of the nearby disco! Do they not realize I was awake at 430 this morning, so my time for disco music passed about two hours ago! Here on the compound we had our own dance party at the much more reasonable hour of 7pm, and the children most definitely put Beate and I to shame. Our moves were so 'white' compared to theirs! Even tiny 3 year old Markenson has the smooth moves of a Latin dancer, complete with hip action, followed by the splits to top it all off! That's not an easy feet for a little boy at the best of times, but it's even more amazing when his little body drops to the splits on concrete...

   It was so cute to see the children, from little to big, all strutting their stuff to the sounds of rap and dance music coming from J.J.'s little white speakers. Dresses were twirling, little bums were shaking, and there were smiles all around. Beate and I are thinking maybe the kids can give us some lessons before we leave, because the moves we THOUGHT we had brought nothing but giggles and finger pointing from the children. Talk about a blow to the ego!

     It was good to get out after the hour long downpour of a much needed rain, complete with thunder and lightning. There's something hypnotic and rhythmic, though, when you watch palm trees blow  in a storm, and it's like the long leaves on the branches are doing their own tropical dance. We gladly weIcomed the rain and the clear air, because I think it's finally cold enough for t-shirts tonight.

     From the sounds of the thunder, to the dance party in our own yard, to the DJ sounds from the disco, it's been another fulfilling day. I guess, for now, though, I'll have to put my pretend dance moves away and hope that I can pick up some skills from the children, so that I'll be better prepared for the next time a dance party breaks out in my presence. If only I could be a fly on the wall,or the bar stool, at the disco on the other side of the bridge, maybe I could learn a thing or two, because it's Thursday, and there's a party goin' on! Hugs from Haiti 💕