Riding on the streets of Port of Spain was a bit harrying. Aside from adjusting to being on the wrong side of the road and having the driver sit on the wrong side of the car, I also was educated on how "undisciplined" Trinis are as a people. As other vehicles nearly hit us (repeatedly) when they were changing lanes in front of us, I expressed some distress. Sister Arlene merely said, "Welcome to Trinidad." I didn't see a single turn single. Apparently the lines dividing the road between us and oncoming traffic were only suggestions. Since I have a Florida driver licence, I can legally drive here if I so choose. That may be one adventure I skip.
I fell asleep quickly last night, my first here, after being completely overstimulated. I won't say I was anxious in a bad way, just felt bombarded with information. During the week leading up to my departure from home, I was lucky to get three hours of sleep a night. Too much anticipation, wild imagination, plus my usual penchant for insomnia ...
The biggest adjustment may be not having internet access via my phone 24/7. I'm so accustomed to being in constant contact with people and information. Speaking of, I'm not sure how often I will post. But I will be online daily, I imagine, so please feel free to send me an email at hopemccormick@gmail.com.
The northern mountain range, as viewed from St. Dominic's Children's Home in Port of Spain.
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