Jet lag? Only if you stop moving.

Tangy Missour-a blackberries ready for suga. Photo by the lovely Jenn Dean.

This summer's adventures are in transition. I visited a good friend, Caitlin, in Dublin where she's studying for the summer.

Dublin skyline.

Celtic cross, rolling green hills. Does it get any more Irish than that?

I came home to St. Louis late Wednesday night (after 25 straight hours of planes, taxis, buses and cars!), saw my favorite parts of home: The botanical gardens, my brother, mom and dad, Tower Tee golf, my getting-really-old-and-lazy dog Cappucino, and my aunt's farm in rural Missouri.

We picked blackberries, okra and potatoes and swam in the Current River under moody skies.

Juice-stained fingers and jeans.

Tomorrow morning, I leave for three weeks. I'm flying to Haiti to study Haitian history, politics, language and culture. Haiti is an important place in my heart and mind, and I've been looking forward to this trip for a year. Pray for my safe travels, and I'll try to update when possible.

We are allowed to bring laptops, but I want a break from mine, so Internet will be spotty. Also, it seems like being disconnected from technology is the best way to be connected to a people, place and time.


This is what a tractor stuck in a riverbank looks like.