Then we interviewed three mothers at their homes with their babies.
Then we ate a big seafood lunch on the pier. I ate a big crab pincher (once I figured out how to get the meat out with my bare hands) and some fish (with its mouth gaping open at me), but I declined the big squiggly squid and the shrimp staring at me with big black eyeballs and the mussels and the clams. My small meals have been OK, as I'm too busy fainting of heat stroke to really be hungry. (Yesterday, they tried to feed me pigs blood soup, which I also politely declined.)
Then we ran into a dress rehearsal for the holiday celebrating of the killing of Magellan. Lapu Lapu is named after the great hero who killed Magellan. They were staging a huge reenactment of the battle on the beach, which we watched while children greeted me with, "Give me money!" (I think this is Filipino for "hello." At least that's how the kids keep greeting me.) Here is me in the obligatory white person standing next to some tribal looking thing picture.
Last we took a ferry ride back to Cebu. This is the official Filipino hand sign. I enjoyed the posters of politicians making this sign with their right hand, smiling big. (Looks like the "Loser" sign.)
I took pictures on the ferry after saying my prayers and instead of remembering the many news reports I've read about hundreds of people dying in ferry sinkings in the Philippines. (I was already worried before getting on the ferry, then Edwin asked me, "Can you swim?" and I knew my fears were founded.) But God decided to let me live another day.
On the ferry and in the jeepneys and in the taxis and in the lobbies, they are always playing American pop music from the 80s and 90s. We've enjoyed the musical sounds of the Cure, Wham, The Carpenters, Michael Bolton and many more.
Now it's late, and I'm hot, tired, sticky, and icky. It's still 88 degrees at about 10. My room is, however, approximately 98 degrees. Magadang Gabi!