We're Out of Here -- We HOPE - September 26

The latest is that in a few minutes we are leaving the Hotel Montana in hopes of getting onto flight 896 American Airlines, which leaves at 1:15 for New York.

If it isn't this flight, it may be Wednesday.

However, there is some good news.

There is a woman at the hotel who is a native of Atlanta. We asked Anita if there was a place to eat near the hotel, besides the same hotel restaurant we've been eating at.

"Dominoe's Pizza delivers," she said.

Yeah, right. There are no American restaurants here in Haiti. Unlike visiting other nations, there are no familiar McDonalds, Pizza Huts, etc.

But wait -- she was serious! Mike called and they said they would have the pizza at the hotel in 20 minutes. Let me see, 20 minutes in Haitian time, that should be an hour or so.

Twenty minutes later, the pizza was at the hotel.

Without question, it was the best pizza I've ever savored.

When the blessing was offered, it was an honest prayer: "God, we are always grateful for pizza, but rarely as grateful as we are right now!"

Amen!