there-the man in charge didn't want to give us our
full thirty days coming (only fifteen), but I knew
that we had at least thirty days coming. I guess when
he saw that he couldn't bluff us, he said that he
thought we had been here for the full six months
and were asking for an additional extension. After
that he was glassy smooth and we got our extension
in just a few minutes. He is the same fellow I had
seen a couple of days before to find out where would
be the best place to get our residence visa. He said
that the best place would be for us to go back to the
United States to our home town! I got the implica-
tion; but I countered that the Haitian consuls in
the U.S. didn't seem to know anything about Haitian
law and if they gave us the wrong information the
first time what might not hinder them from giving
us the wrong information the second time?
 We still have our Creole teacher working on the
possibility of seeing someone high in the government
and getting the visa here. We'll know tomorrow.
 This week Mary tried fixing breadfruit for the
first time. She cooked it in the pressure cooker,
mashed it, and then fried it in patties like mashed
potatoes. It was quite good, but Mary wants to use
a little imagination and find some better ways of
fixing it.
 We've had another type of fruit but I can't re-
member the Creole name. It is round like a baseball
and about that size and smaller with a shiny, smooth,
leathery skin. You eat the meat inside which has
several black seeds about the size and shape of
loquat seeds; the meat is about a cross between a
fig and a persimmon in consistency. I can't describe
the taste. I like it but Mary doesn't like it too well
because of the milky sap in the skin like figs which
gets gummy and sticky when it dries and is also a
little irritating if you get much in your mouth.