Today it is just shy of two weeks since we arrived on the island. It has been wet and grey for three days, and this morning I awoke with my face so bitten by flies that my features had collapsed alarmingly into a dumb, swollen mass, giving me the look of a stroke victim. We walked out on the waterfront then, to buy mosquito coils and repellants and when I heard the old men at the cafes laughing as we passed, I turned to Josh and pretended to translate. â€œTheyâ€™re saying â€˜See? Americans beat their wives, too.â€™â€
Josh lowered his voice and answered in imitiation â€œI like them better alreadyâ€.
It’s been a rough start. But the work is beginning, and I am finding comfort in that.