February 12

Alex woke up this morning unable to speak, we haven't been able to reach the Peace Corps nurse yet as our cell phones couldn't find any reception today. We think it's strep throat and Alex started antibiotics. God bless the medical kit and guide. She's still has a slight fever but is able to comment as I write.

I think I might hate the baby parrot, it cried for hours today and refused to eat, twice. And I had to yell at Lady Gaga for trying to eat it.

Alex typing now: The aforementioned baby parrot worries us so much. He likes to climb down from the safety of his perch and hang out on the floor where the cat will eat him. Lucas went to go check if he's still there, we have a plan B: to put him in a box with newspapers for the night if he keeps putting his life at risk.

Lucas typing bak bakegen (back again)
The parrot is still in its perch.

I planted a banana and some pumpkins this morning, then washed clothes, combed lice out of the damn parrot and then storied on with some guys from the village. A month or so back some of the guys from the village were asking Alex and I if it was true that men lived in space, we told them about the international space station. When we went into Vila we downloaded some pictures of the space station, I showed the guys the pictures today and they seemed pretty fascinated. Also showed them some pictures of strip mining and the southern lights.

We had some rockin curried lentils for dinner.