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Today we visited the international market located right at the border, on the DR side. All of the booths are run by Haitian, mostly all women. We went with the sister we are staying with, Victoria, and another sister named Arleigh. (Arleigh seems to be the designated grandma of the creole group). Ash and I quickly got seperated from the other sisters but it was no worries since out of no where a young boy named Onel appeared. He is a study of one of the special pioneers. Onel was amazing, becoming our guide through the market, explaining to us in French what things were, and making sure we did not get to ripped off. (it is hard to avoid that completely) At one point he got in small disagreement with two Haitian women selling us tomatoes and carrots. He told them it was to much and they essentially told him back "why are you arguing? They are white, they can pay" Onel told them back "we are jehovahs witnesses, we are honest, we are not rich!". It got the price down a little, but I am pretty sure he told them that we would not buy stuff there again. After that was when he took all control over haggling and exchanging money. I hope we run into Onel every time we go to the market!


Here's a few pics.

 

  

Our guide, Onel.

We also walked 5 minutes from our house to the
beach today. It was so pretty! Some young local
boys joined us later and had fun trying to teach us
spanish:)

this picture is for sarah!

Our new beach friends:)