Bèl

Today was water truck day! At our second water stop, I met a few older kids around 10 years old.
The little ones were adorable and plenty, but there were also a lot of older kids who would love some attention.

I started playing hand clapping games with one girl, which turned into us slow dancing while she sang a beautiful song in Creole ... that led into her teaching me a dance with hand and body motions. We did this for the entire time I was there ... slow dance, fast dance and back to slow. People passed us by and smiled. Of course, a few kids tried to join us, which she was having nothing to do with ... she wanted me all to herself.  I wish we could have spent more time there since it was hard to leave my new friend.

I hugged her tightly and she followed me back to the tap-tap. I wasn't aware that she followed me until the interpreter told me.  She came around to the side of the tap-tap and held her hands up towards me as I held mine out to her (even though we couldn't reach each other).  She said something in Creole that I thought was my name. The interpreter said she was calling me beautiful. She was the beautiful one!!

~ Kelly