Some cultural quirks I noticed traveling across the world.
Last night my Haitian girl spent the night and as we were going to bed I asked her to tell me some stories about Voodoo from her life. She’s a rich Haitian, so I thought she would just start telling me myths that she has heard, but she got very serious and starting telling stories of the Voodoo that happened within her own family. Her tone became quiet and serious and you could hear the fear in her voice as she recounted the stories. The atmosphere was contagious and she started speaking in almost a whisper, chills ran up and down my spine.