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I was born in New York State and I have this sneaking suspicion that I’ll probably die here as well. Not that I plan on doing that any time soon.

while in San Salvador I stayed at an orphanage called HIS. It was lovely. The children were beautiful and sweet, the staff wonderful and friendly, the place was just brimming with God’s goodness.
If you’re ever there, make an effort to stop by and see my kiddios.

Haiti is a war-torn country so everywhere you look there is poverty. Children starving, people hiking, garbage piled up… however, the most interesting thing to me as I walked the streets of Port-au-Prince was the beauty I saw. I didn’t expect to see it but it was there. It was in the breeze that shifted over the mountain side and in the smile of the child to whom you gave a bag of rice, in the voice of the woman who clucked, “merci, merci” under her breath as she held the bag of baby clothes to her chest and hurred home to her little one.
I couldn’t escape the beauty of that place and it will rest with me forever…

Watertown is the hub of society in farm country. Most of the counties around here have more cows than people so a town that has more than one grocery store and even a mall, is definately worth visiting.