The feces talk that happens for us in Ayiti would most likely not be sanctioned by the FCC. There's plenty of graphic talk about the size, amount, speed and consistency of the things that come from our bowels; it's kind of a check-in about each other's general health. For one of us, the latrine has been a constant companion today. While some of the team was peeing on the sides of the trail on the way up and down from Massabiel, another team member was up and down the presbytery stairs, to the dank and forbidding toilets behind the church. Next to old latrines that hit you with a reek from 30 feet away are new ones, still whitish and spanking clean, but not yet open.