I'm safe in Haiti. I saw some of the devastation in Port-au-Prince as we drove through from the airport, and we the guy in charge of some 20,000 of the refuges gave us a tour of the tent city. It's pretty rough, but apparently some of the people don't want to leave because it's better living accommodations than they had before the earthquake.

Now we're at a nice little resort in the mountains to the south of Port-au-Prince, in a town called Jacmel. We arrived late Saturday, and were able to do some scouting for the orphanage garden on Sunday.

We tried to start gardening yesterday, and did get a little tilling done, but then the rains came. At first it wasn't too bad, but then it started pouring. The structures are fine, but the boys were too scared to move back in, so they are staying in tents outside, with tarps held up by bamboo poles over them. The wind started knocking down the posts, and rain started coming in, so some of the younger members of our team started digging holes to hold the bamboo, and some of them dug a moat to keep the water from running down the hill and into the tents.