The last time I went to the beach in Haiti, I bought a couple of dougnut baskets for myself and my friends.
I had a couple in my pocket and I was looking forward to a nice beach day.
I never got to go, and I had to go home to my mom and dad.
That’s the story of my first trip to Haiti, the last time a family of Haitian Voodoo Dougnuts visited the United States.
As a tourist, I had little expectation of how to conduct business in a new country.
My first time in Haiti was an opportunity for me to be more of a tourist than a U.S. resident, and it wasn’t long before I started experiencing the hardships of living in a country that was once a thriving country in a foreign land.
In fact, my first experience in Haiti as a tourist was so different from my next trip to the U.N. or the U