Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The travel time

Aren't time changes funny?  We set our clocks back on Saturday night knowing that we would have the "extra" hour in the morning to get out of the house for our 6 am flight (yikes!) but it felt like 7 am.  Which actually, does make a difference.  Then... when we arrived in a downpour in Puerto Plata, we changed our clocks forwards one hour, in effect giving back the hour we had borrowed in the morning.  Convenient!  

One of the things I love about traveling is the way you bump into people more than once, and right away we bumped into someone important in the context of our trip.  Way back in January, when I first started to have an inkling of traveling this fall en famille, she was inspired by a young woman named Hannah who gave a testimonial at the Unitarian Church of Montpelier.  She described the Coffee Camps in Nicaragua, where she had given her time with Planting Hope, and she is the one who first gave me a vision of what traveling abroad with three small boys could be like.  I imagined my boys playing with local kids while Win and I did some work building or teaching or otherwise helping an underserved population.  Hannah spoke passionately about her experiences and vowed to go back to Nicaragua to continue her work.  

And who should be on our plane from Burlington to Newark, but Hannah, headed back to Nicaragua!  We got to hang out with her for a little while before our connection took off and she was most interesting for the boys to get to know.  

Thank you, Hannah for your good work and inspiration.  You are part of the reason we are here!

The plane ride went well.  Would you believe we had four seats in the last row of the plane (yes!  the potty row!) and one seat in first class?  That's right. One parent in first class, the other managing a 3- and a 5- and an almost 7-year old in baggage class.  Hah!  tag team and each parent got a turn in the hot seat.  The boys did great, all in all.  This is a picture of them when they weren't fighting.  

Look at how green it is in the DR!


And it was, indeed green (but pouring) when we arrived in Puerto Plata.  


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