The schoolroom, classroom, schoolhouse or the place we have school in, is perfect size for three students. And a teacher. Christina joined our school this week. She is in eighth grade. I'm very thankful for the whiteboard, which is enjoying the move from the GMS storage room to Oriani, Haiti. He doesn't fit in obviously because of the whiteness of him. But he loves it here. Below one window is a little black pig, snorting away on his bed of dried grasses between the banana trees. We found out if you snort back at him, it sends him into a snorting, squealing frenzy and takes him about ten minutes to settle down. We usually keep the windows open. They are high enough that the kids can't see out of them sitting down. Having the door open always causes distractions. The random chickens walking by...Ketli and Dawson...Cam working on the moto.... The last couple mornings, there has been some men working on the fence by the side of the school. We always have fun singing to them. And they always giggle and think its the greatest thing in the world when we sing in Creole. Such beautiful singing – they say. I'd say – get your ears cleaned out.

Today during school, a smell wafted in the window. I knew somebody was frying something. Next door, the lady was cooking the goat that I watched her butcher yesterday. Her and her boys had laid out some big banana leaves and laid the parts of the goat on the “clean” surface. The boys were stringing out the intestines and cleaning the insides of them out. Now comes the best part, the lady put the whole head of the goat in a five gallon bucket and added the legs. Next she squeezed the lime juice on top of it all and threw the squeezed lime on top and added some salt and from peering over the fence at her, I saw her put some other green things in but couldn't make out what it was. Now today it was their lunch.

It's full moon here tonight. Chase, Cam and I went on the mountain behind our houses and sat on rocks and looked at it. It's bright and you can see the valley and the mountains go up again. The clouds were low below the moon. The light from the moon was reflected off the clouds and they were like silvery fluff. Just us out there. Very peaceful and quiet, talking about how much we loved it here in Haiti.