Dr. Vincent DeGennaro Jr. '02 | Feb. 5, 2014 | Notre Dame Magazine
The path down by the river was well-worn from foot traffic, a clear area of volcanic dirt parting the wild grasses on either side. Just past the grass on the right, the land fell away to the river below. In the rainy season, the river climbed up the banks of the small ravine, but in late October, the cloudy water was no more than three feet deep. A friend and I had just arrived in the Central Plateau of Haiti, and I wanted to show her the rural beauty. After being cooped up in Port-au-Prince traveling from one walled compound to another, I needed to stretch my legs and breathe the fresh air of the countryside. Following a stroll through the town of Thomonde, a peace settled in my chest, untying the knot that had constricted each breath.