As our plane touched down in Santo Domingo, DR our hearts began to beat faster. We were one step closer to Haiti. Our friend, Fred picked us up from the airport. It was comforting as we passed through customs and walked towards the exit to see "Nat Manly" handwritten on a piece of printer paper. We introduced ourselves and the man I've never seen embraced me like a lost long friend. It was Fred, the man I've been talking to the last couple days over the phone. He was still happy to see us, even though we were an hour late. Dominican Republic is two hours ahead of central time zone, while Haiti is only one hour ahead.
Fred hired a driver named Aimen, a police officer from Haiti, who will be with us on some of our trip. As we threw our luggage into the trunk of the car we met another fine Haitian named Vladimir Paruison, who is one of the captains of the Haitian police. Those two men will be our "secret service" as Fred puts it.

We ate a nice breakfast of fruit, scrambled eggs and toast.
The waitress was patient as I practiced my spanish. She nodded her head like she understood everything I said. I think she was just trying to be nice.

As I type this, Carlos and I are sitting in a small concrete room about 7 feet across and 19 feet long. It's the dining hall for this Hotel Masion Gautreaux. Our hosts are enjoying their hotel beds and catchng up on sleep. They advised us to stay in the hotel until our doctor friend, Kerlyn Elusma arrives. She is taking a bus from Haiti to Santo Domingo and is caught up in the traffic at the border. When she arrives, we'll drive around and pick up supplies for Haiti. We hope to get to Haiti tomorrow.
Here's what we've learned so far. All these people helping us have lost relatives and their homes from the earthquake. Their families are sleeping in cars, backyards or streets. The prices on the whole island which include Haiti and Dominican Republic have raised significantly. Fred explained how most people of Haiti didn't have jobs before the earthquake. Now the streets are congested with willing hands.
As we drove to our hotel, we overheard Fred tell our driver that the hotel we were staying at was the only one left. All other hotels in Santo Domingo are filled with foreign relief organizations, media and support workers.

The Hotel Maison Gautreaux