The plane came in at midnight and put us all home by 2 a.m. Everybody slept in this morning. Jesse missed the bus so we had to drive him to school. Bryan and Kate are both under the weather, either from sickness or exhaustion or both. Kate slept in her dirty clothes. I might have to fumigate her blankets. Other than that, Bryan is back to making his contracting calls and Kate to her facebooking.

They said it was a great week. Bryan made a lot of headway in terms of coordination and the offfloading of containers in Gonaive, while Kate treated patients and helped Amy and the nurses talk to the Haitians. Every person who was fluent in Kreyol was otherwise engaged, so Kate was left to translate as well as she was able. Bryan said the last day, there were three or more people all talking to him at once with questions, translation requests, logistical decisions...he thought he might lose it.

Amy said that she has been forever changed by the journey and calls that an understatement.

Our pilot Jon has got a pretty bad cough from whatever illness he has contracted. The maximum legal flight time for commercial pilots is 100 hours/month. Jon has put in 180 hours in three weeks (that doesn't count flight planning, coordination of slot-times, loading, unloading, tarmac time, Haitian red-tape, and other coordinating).

Tomorrow night the team is going to get together to debrief. They'll need it, especially Amy and Duane, who were the first-timers.