With nothing scheduled in the morning, Beth and I were finally able to finishing repairing the remaining laptops.  Out of 131 total laptops, we had only 7 were weren’t able to repair, which is half our 10% G1G1 donation dud percentage.  Seven was also the magic number to make for every child to receive a laptop.  Any more duds and we’d have to start taking laptops away.  Put another way, we had exactly enough laptops, so our four extra mentors and three partners got to keep their laptops.

All told, we gave laptops to 29 adults and 95 children.  Twenty-six adults finished the training, which is five more than the Matènwa workshop, last Spring.  By April, our Haiti totals will be 52 certified mentors and 315 children taught.  We’ve also trained another six mentors in 2008/2009 that didn’t reach certification status.

After preparing the laptops and checking out, Beth and I walked to AMSAI, taking our last long look at Delmas for this trip.  The children’s class began with almost no mentors. At first we thought there was miscommunication as to whether they should come, since there was no mentor class that day. The children jumped right into their storybooks, eager to get to work.

As the class went on, more and more mentors showed up.  At the halfway point, I gathered everyone behind me so that I could show them my Seymour Quest storybook.  Reading each page and pointing out the programmatic elements, the kids and adults were noticeably impressed, indicating they wanted to put things like that in their storybooks.

Saying goodbye was emotional, with hugs for all the mentors and a short speech to the kids about the people in the world that very much wanted to see their storybooks, including me.  I promised all that I would be back, though I didn’t know when.  We ended with a group photo.  This is about half the kids and half the adults.

Rushing to the bank with Sarita and Ysmaille, I tried to cash a Haitian check, but the bank wouldn’t allow a Waveplace check, only a personal one.  Then off to the airport, though each road we tried seemed to be blocked.  I still made it with time to spare, waiting for my flight while Beth and the trainers gave out laptops to the Restaveks in our other Cité Soleil school.

Traveling home, I was pretty much numb.  Usually I talk with people around me, though this trip I simply finished my book, Travesty in Haiti, and closed my eyes, lost in thought.  The usual culture shock surprises arrived: millions of lights, clean surfaces, smooth roads.  By the time I woke my wife and daughter, whom I missed terribly, I was almost completely back in America mode, suffering little of the disorientation of the last two trips.  Perhaps this was due to staying in a hotel this time, perhaps I’m simply getting used to the switches.

All in all, an incredible trip, though emotionally I can’t feel it yet.  Time to rest, and rest.

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