My last day in Haiti started at 5am with a wild ride to the Port a Prince airport, down a winding mountain in an open air truck with 12 ladies and all of our luggage holding on for dear life. We felt alive and free and a little reckless. This was our last ride in the truck that had been our mode of transportation to and from the orphanage where we were volunteering and it had become a bonding experience for all of us.