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When we arrived into the town of Verette, it was dark and to me, a little scary. My brain was still adjusting to what I was seeing. Tin roof cinder block houses instead of 2 story colonials. People of a different color, culture and language and no one that I really knew, except Bill, whom I'd had 12 hours that day to get to know him.
The only thing I had that was red was my hat. I had the chance to meet Obenes (aka le profesor) who later became my Creole teacher. More on him later.