Actually, in Haiti they speak Creole which is closer to French than Spanish. Everywhere we went, the Haitian kids would shout "Blanc! Blanc! Blanc!" (White). Apparently blondes and redheads are particularly fascinating. Because the Haitians regard going to America more or less like going to Heaven on earth (which, if you saw how most of them lived, you would understand), most of the girls in our party got multiple marriage proposals.
Most of which were all in good fun, though one of my buddies got offered this dude's daughter in all seriousness.
It's a different world down there... Near the airport, all of these Haitian kids are taught how to beg in English. "Are you my friend? Then give me your watch." Or the real little kids... "Gimme one dollar!" It's SO tragic.
I'm not meaning to preach, but if there is any way that you can support charities to help countries like Haiti, I would suggest that you do so. I know all those charities always tug on your heartstrings with pictures of malnourished and half-naked. I can't say about other countries, but in Haiti that is the literal truth. A little money goes a LONG way down there.