The air was damp and cool, a drastic contrast to the dry air of Granada. From any angle, this one atop the Old City Wall, Damascus Gate in Jerusalem reflects many strong characteristics of the area including its business, its color, and a clash of old and new. It was a hot day in mid-July, and we were walking around Cite du Soleil, the largest slum in the Western Hemisphere. The people and cultures of Haiti had profoundly impacted me, and I had only been there two days. Three hundred thousand people living in sewage and garbage.
Little children barefoot in slimy green water.
We were definitely not in the U.S. anymore Children followed us everywhere we went, touching our hair, speaking Creole to us, posing for pictures. These girls demonstrate the excitement and energy of their spirits, so alive amidst all of the decay. My guide tirelessly showed my friend and I through the narrow, windy streets of Fez. We arrived at this scene of the tanneries and were assaulted by the smell of the natural dyes that are used to color camel leather. The workers stand in small pools and step on the leather to help the dye sink in.