I wrote this in Savusavu, just days before i left.... It's my last peace corps fiji-related blog entry...

In Fiji, I seem to live my life in extremes. There have been days were I couldn’t possibly desire anything more than to simply be outside at sunset. The light at this time is my favorite part of the day. The air is crisp as the sun is dying down and there is a slight breeze, calling everyone outside. The girls sit on their stoops laughing or singing or gossiping, chewing on ice blocks. The boys are geared up to go play rugby and jog to the field barefoot. It is a time of calmness for me, when the heat off the road is no longer steaming. Pink light fills the sky and makes everything it falls upon seem soft. It sounds crazy, but sometimes it feels like I can taste that air, that light…it feeds my soul, fills me with happiness. I wish I could bottle it up and take it with me wherever I go.

Then there are days where I am at the complete opposite extreme, where I feel stuck and claustrophobic and everything goes wrong. Those days when the clouds trap all the heat, and all of a sudden it starts pouring buckets of rain and I am caught in town without an umbrella. My trip into town is disappointing, there is no mail in my mailbox, I go to the internet café, and there are no emails from home. So I make it down the dirt road, now a messy muddy slippery path, to a meeting I had scheduled weeks in advance only to find out that the person I was to meet with is out of town. I make my way back up the dirt road. My flip flops get stuck in the mud and one of them breaks. I squeeze my toes together and try to walk with my broken shoe as best I can. The last thing I want to get is hookworm. I go to the market wanting to buy eggs for dinner. Of course, “no more eggs, eggs finished” my market lady says. Admitting defeat, I truck it home, covered in mud. All I want to do once I get home is to take a shower and go to bed, but of course, there is no water. They always shut the water off when it rains. So I take a bucket bath and go to bed and because it’s been raining all day, I haven’t been able to sun my mattress, so I toss and turn as the bed bugs feast. I’m itchy. It’s only seven o’clock but I can’t possibly be conscious for another minute of this day. I curse under my breath, take a Benadryl and at some point in the night I fall asleep, surrendered.

Still, as my service is coming to an end, I can’t help but think of all the memories and life lessons that this place has offered me. Of the growth that has happened within me, of the stillness I’ve found in my mind and of the strength I’ve gained throughout. I have learned so much in the space and time of these two years…

I learned that the search for truth is a solitary and individual experience and that change is the only thing that is constant. I have learned to allow myself to move slowly and to give myself time for myself. I have learned to rely on my mind and on my hands and I have learned to give with sensitivity; to give love with no expectations, with no strings attached. I have witnessed kindness and generosity from people who have next to nothing. I have reduced the amount of material things in my life. I have experienced time and stopped moving through it blindly. I have discovered that laughter is universal, the gateway to building friendships... and that i need it every single day.

I have learned to do something of great purpose and to trust myself while in the midst of it. I have gained patience of enormous proportions, and also learned to recognize my limits. Most importantly, I have learned to flex my freedom by taking control of my life and being at peace with myself.

The KLF expansion launch took place at the end of April in Nausori. It had been my intention to end my service right after the retreat. After all, Kids Link is the only reason I stayed in Fiji as long as I did. I wanted to make sure KLF in Savusavu was sustainable before i left and I was planning on finishing up with a bang, attempting to end my service on a high note. Unfortunately, beaurocracy got in the way... Peace Corps found out that my bags were packed, (even though i was still working at the retreat) and I was forced to leave my kids early, so that Peace Corps could process me and get me out of the country as soon as possible. I asked to stay for one more day, so that I could finish off the retreat with my kids and be there for the launching of the expansion we worked so hard for. After pleading my case with acting (acting being the key word) country director, I was denied and forced to leave my kids and the retreat early. I still don't understand why they wouldnt let me stay for one more day to finish up my project... after all, i had given them hundreds of days of service... Luckily, the office of special services in Washington intervened and I was allowed to attend the KLF expansion Launch before flying home. I am still distraught and drained by the whole experience... I didn't even get a "thank you" from Peace Corps after my two years of service. But regardless of what happened, I'm so thankful for the relationships I built with my kids, my local friends, my Fijian family and fellow volunteers. I'm proud of the work I accomplished and I'm forever endebted to Fiji for giving me one of the best experiences of my life.

Here are some pictures of the retreat...

Pete, Lora, Ateca, Lucy and Pate.. 5 of my favorite kids ever

On our way to the wharf

Care, Eddie and I took our kids on a night out on the town...

Bush kids in the big city....

Group presentation

Awesome public speaking skills by Pate

Cake-cutting ceremony, Launching of KLF!!

Teary-eyed kids... Goodbyes are hard

KLF expansion: from 0 to 10 to 26... and still counting. I love these kids.

The photo was taken right after our clean up day,

my last group shot with our kids link members.

While we were up on the tree the kids sang "Isa Lei" to me... I was bawling.

See if you can spot me. Where's Waldo?

(*Isa Lei is the Fijian Farewell Song)

Kids Link Fiji- My last project at site. In collaboration with Save the Children, I started Kids Link Fiji, in October last year. We started with about ten kids. Today there are twenty six active KLF member in our Savusavu branch. We talk about all sorts of things: good qualities, self esteem, role models, we talk about children's rights in Fiji and being active citizens. We've talked about global warming and did our part during Earth hour. We also had a clean up day on Earth Day, and cleaned up Savusavu town. It's not always work though... we play games and journal and do team building activities. KLF Savusavu meets every Saturday from 10 am to noon.

I was fortunate enough to have Edwina, my best friend is Savusavu.

Eddie helped me with the kids on Saturdays and now facilitates KLF Savusavu.

The kids are eager to answer questions here because I was giving out chocolates in exchange for right answers. How long does it take for a diaper to decompose?

This is one of the kids' favorite games: Bring home the bacon

The kids are working on posters for Earth Day

Good qualities workshop. This is back in November when we first started.

There were only about ten KLF members at the time.

Cleaning up the town on Earth Day.

This was just the other day, my family stopped by my house for a visit, and i had to film this.

They are such a musical family... look at that baby go!

Almost two months of being away, I’m back to the humidity and the moldy jungle. My house wasn’t as bad as I expected to find it. Of course there was that mildew smell permeating the walls, and a thick film of grimy dust covered the floor, and spider webs had taken up residence in every corner of every room, but upon my return, I was thrilled to see only two dead cockroaches on my floor. The bad news is a mouse moved into my kitchen and I can’t seem to get it out. I was going to buy a mouse trap, but I couldn’t decide which one to get, the one that snaps, (like in the cartoons) or the ones that have a sticky surface which super-glues the mouse’s feet onto it. I have bad, bad, bad visuals of both. I can’t decide what’s worse, having to clean up dead mouse guts and blood splatter from the mouse trap or have to remove a live squealing, screeching, struggling mouse with its little paws super-glued to a little cardboard surface. Um… neither. So now, in addition to my daily cleaning up of gecko poop off my kitchen counter before I have my coffee, I have to clean the mouse poop as well. In response to my mouse problem Fijians simply say, “What you need is one pussy.” A pussy cat, that is…. I visited my beautiful Fijian family yesterday. The kids ran out to greet me, yelling out my name, climbing up my legs and hugging me tight. “Danica! Danica! Danica’s here!” It was a wonderful welcome. Lucy, their mama just hugged me tight and sniffed me. “Oi le, Danica! us gang, we think you never coming back!” I had a huge duffel bag full of stuff for them. Toys for the kids, gifts from my mom to them, clothes, shoes… stuff to make s’mores. I had been promising the kids I’d show them how to make s’mores for the longest time. They had seen a cartoon once with kids roasting marshmallows and were so mystified by this… I don’t think the kids had ever seen so many toys at once. (thank you to my sister taco, and her first grade class at Paul Revere who donated them!) They were quiet and concentrated in amazement, and I was happy just watching their expressions. I played with the baby who hated the vibrating stuffed animal I got him, but really loved the box it came in. Then we went out and Nem, their father built us a bond fire and there we were, my Fijian family and me, roasting marshmallows to make s’mores. It felt good to see them again, to witness their innocence and sheer joy of taking part in something as simple as roasting marshmallows. I hugged the kids goodbye and they said thank you and hung themselves around my neck. I’m not entirely sure, but I think I may have scabies. My body is itchy… my ankles, my elbows especially. I noticed some open scabs on the kids as they held my hand and hugged me, what was I to do? Not hug them back? Scabies…greaaaat. Happy, happy kids

a photo shoot with my two favorite island babies: Lele and my namesake.

Peace Corps Holidays in Fiji...

In Fiji, you can tell the holidays are nearing by the smell of gardenias in the air. There is no snow, no wind, (or breeze for that matter) but there is a lot of muggy rain. It is very hot in Fiji this time of year. So hot, in fact, that the candles melt without fire.

But it is also a time for fun friends and plenty of laughter...

and lots of cooking going on in the kitchen...

and silly puppet shows by jone

and friends you can count on to fall asleep and be the 'butt' of all jokes

Hope your Holidays were filled with love and laughter...

We had a tropical cyclone scare yesterday. It started with a lot of rain, and people in town were stocking up on their emergency supplies of tuna and candles. People had started tying down loose boards and covering their windows with sheet metal or plastic, anything they could find. Peace Corps consolidated all the volunteers, and for a while there it was pretty scary, as the winds picked up and the lights went out and weather guy on the radio kept repeating "DO NOT leave your house, Hurricane Daman is expected to hit Savusavu directly...."

This is what the news said:

"A destructive category four cyclone with winds gusting up to 275km/h is barrelling towards Fiji, sparking the evacuation of tourists and some flight cancellations.

Cyclone Daman has rapidly strengthened from the lowest category one to a "top end category four" storm, with an average wind speed of 195km/h.

Vanua Levu, Fiji's second largest island with a population of about 360,000, is expected to begin to feel Daman's full force about midnight (2300 AEDT Friday) when it makes landfall."

But the cyclone took a swing to the northeast and dodged us completely, and so we were left, excited pcv's drinking wine by candle light on the floor of my house... releived, yes, but I'm not going to lie...a little bummed that we didnt get in on any of the action.

After the fourth HIV / AIDS presentation of the year, 5 of my students came up to me and asked if I could arrange an appointment for them to get tested. A huge accomplishment!

What is it about turning 26? It’s not so much the number. 26. It’s the fact that 26 is so much closer to 30. I’m not afraid of turning 30. Trust me, I’m not one of those women who studies her wrinkles in the mirror and freaks out to find that she has acquired 3 new sun spots…I like to call them freckles. Looking back at 24, I am not at all where I thought I would be at 26, but I am exactly where I need to be today. So what is it about 26? Maybe it’s that 25 was such a good year for me, it’s going to be hard to top. But as I was thinking about turning a year older and having lived the past year of my life to the point of tears, I couldn’t help but smile and be grateful that I am here living my life, raw. With my freckles and dirty hair, my bucket baths and mosquito net, my round Latina body that doesn’t seem to want to go away, my flip flops in the rain, and the sweat on my brow, I am off to another day in my 26 year old life. Some quotes on growing older by a woman I read and admire so often… “Why in this civilization do we value the woman who ‘stays young’? Why ‘stay young’ when adventure lies in change and growth?” “I feel it in myself…I am definitely much older than I was a year ago, and I rather like it. There’s less pressure.” May Sarton

Eleven hours, eight suitcases, and a whole lot of ocean later, my family arrived at Nadi International Airport. I jumped up and down with excitement as they made their way past security, cranky and jet-lagged but having successfully smuggled in blocks of cheese. Now, that is love… After packing and unpacking suitcases in the middle of the airport, (we left most of them in storage) my mom occasionally holding something up and saying with a huge smile, “I brought you this, or I brought you that”. My dad asking over and over, “Has anyone seen my blue shorts, hey have you seen my blue shorts? Blue shorts?” My sisters annoyed and jet-lagged and rolling their eyes… It felt so familiar and loud and chaotic and I couldn’t help but smile and think, yes. Finally, mi familia had arrived. We got on the minibus I hired (complete with plastic seat coverings, cheesy dashboard décor and Lucky Dube blasting on the radio) and headed towards our adventure. Here are some highlights: Visiting Aji in Saweni Eating coconuts at Nananu I Ra, and swimming in the ocean at sunrise Telefunken and girly drinks at The Pearl Getting pulled over by LTA Mana Island…Taco’s birthday, massages on the beach, crystal clear water, banana boat rides, lounging by the infinity pool, gorgeous sunsets and ridiculously expensive food Visiting my Fijian family, taking turns holding the fat squishy baby and jam sessions with the kids (nobody wanna see us together cuz like like you) Cold lovo at my counterparts house Meke dancing and grog drinking at Vivili village Daddy’s happy feet Taveuni trip with Taco & Case… Rastafarian captain on the dinky blue boat, beachfront cottage at coconut grove, Raj. Coastal Hiking at Lavena, swimming under waterfalls, garlic shrimp, and tripod at Tovutovu. And so they came and they went, but they are here, both tangibly and intangibly. They are out in the hammock that now hangs out on my porch, and in my home that no longer smells of mildew, but of febreeze and candles, they are here in Savusavu and in all the places we explored together. They were here when I had quinoa for dinner last night, they’ll be here every time I have cold lovo… I think that of all the people in the world, they alone could acknowledge exactly what I’m trying to create here. They alone know me to my core and know the things I’ve set out to accomplish from the beginning. And now that they’ve been here they alone can truly understand all that I am becoming. Familia- I feel so blessed that I was able to share this experience with you…that you were able to see my projects, my life, in this, my new home. And although- as you were able to experience- Fiji does have ways to (literally) get under your skin, I hope that you’ve found a little more peace, knowing and seeing that I am doing just fine. Vinaka vaka levu familia, for everything. For hauling all those suitcases and bringing me things that make me happy and a little more comfortable, for crossing an entire ocean to get to me on your vacation, and for all those incredible memories to add on to our book of journeys. Y pa’ los que todavia no llegaron... (Chulin, Mario, Nat y Luke…hint hint) I’ll be waiting always con brazos abiertos…

Wow, I guess I haven’t updated this thing in quite some time. And the truth is so much has happened in the past two months, I don’t even know where to begin… In a nut shell, one of my best good peace corps friends, Ropate went home, so that was hard…My yaca (namesake) was born.. same last name and everything! I moved houses again. (3rd time’s a charm!) I started a garden, my youth group is growing and we are actually talking about serious, important issues, I finished the World Map Mural Project at St.Andrews Primary… Here are some photos to show you what’s been happening. Life has been crazy, but my family arrives next week! It’s time to wind down, go pick them up and take a vacation. 4 more days familia!!!! Ropate goes home...

and it rained a lot and the water turned brown....

and my youth group is doing awesome...

and they are thinking of ways to help their communities....

and we're talking about things that are affecting the youth in Savusavu

and my namesake was born...

and I still drink a lot of grog....

and more squishy babies were born...

and i moved into a new house with an awesome porch!...

and the WMMP is finished.

and the kids did so well...

and i love my students....

and isa Ropate, I miss you!

I find so much happiness in having dry paint on my hands and in between my fingernails. I think every piece of clothing I own is stained or ripped and I love that I couldn’t care less. I guess maybe I am turning into a crunchy Peace Corps hippie after all… I feel a sense of sadness, to be done with the world map project I’ve been working on with class 7 at St. Andrews Primary School. It’s been a while since I’ve felt such a strong sense of accomplishment. Maybe it’s because the World Map Mural is something tangible, or maybe it’s because everyone I worked with on this project has been so receptive and committed and grateful. It’s amazing to see how much the kids have learned in such a short amount of time. They truly are sponges, and it’s so great to see the pride they take in the work they have done, how eager they are to yell out the right answers when I ask them questions about the 7 continents. The truth is I’ve also learned so much from this project… I mean, I didn’t know where the hell Georgia, the country, was before I did this project, much less what its capital was. But I’ve also learned to be more patient, to find pleasure in letting the students carry out the work, to give direction but allow for their own artistic freedom, to give them the opportunity to think critically, to challenge them to own their answers, even if they are wrong…When we first started this project, and I asked them a question, they would blurt out an answer and immediately cover their mouth and shrink down in their chairs in shame, whether the answer was right or wrong… I said they were not allowed to cover their mouths after responding to a question. That it was ok to say the wrong answer, that it was a good opportunity to learn the right one. It has been amazing to see their confidence grow. From a bunch of shy kids afraid to speak up in class, afraid to hold a paintbrush for fear of making a mistake, now they all raise their hands, their eyes open wide and bright as they yell out eager to share their answers… “Madam, I know! I know!” (yes, they call me madam J) I had the kids place their handprints on the wall under the map and sign their name on each of their hands. I told them that when they grow older and come back to the library they will be able to see how much they have grown when they compare the size of their hands, but also that they will look back and remember that they have done this together, with their own hands. Today was my last day at St. Andrews Primary. The world map is now completed. We played jeopardy as our last activity and had classes 5, 6 and 8 as our audience. I had some prizes donated from some local stores and included some sector nine stickers (Thanks Kata!) some Bic pens (Vinaka Ropate!) and tied them up nicely with some ribbons my sister Nat sent me. (gracias Nata!) [Presentation is key] We even had judges, a score keeper and a bell! After the game, we all went upstairs to their classroom and had some tea and pastries. They gave me some presents and a thank you card…I was so touched. And as if that wasn’t enough, one of my students, Pate, read me a poem he had written, Noa, another one of my students started crying… goodbye’s are hard. Needless to say, I was a mess!

World Map Mural Project May, 2007

completed World Map Mural July, 2007

Jeopardy

Happy kids

Vinaka to all those who donated prizes!

What goes up must come down. Sometimes I go home feeling defeated. Sometimes I think I think the people I work with don’t really want to be helped. Sometimes I think it’s my fault for taking on a project that I seem to be more interested in than they are. Sometimes I feel like I’ve dropped the ball and I just want to go home. May 29th marks the day I left the U.S. I’ve been living here for a year now. Man, time flies. But while it does seem like this past year has flown by, it also seems like forever ago that I arrived and the thought of another year is hard to grasp. I don’t know if that makes any sense at all. I feel as though I’ve lived so much, and maybe that’s why it seems like I’ve been here for so long. Work-wise, I don’t feel as though I’ve accomplished much, at least not as much as I thought I would have gotten done in one year. I’m not really worried about that, they say most volunteers get most of their work done during the second year of service. But living, I feel as though I’ve lived more in the past year than I ever have. Maybe it feels like I’ve lived more because this kind of living has so much more to do with surviving. And I’m not talking about surviving in the TV show ‘Survivor’ kind of way. I mean surviving in terms of hanging on to the commitment of being a volunteer, in terms of facing obstacles in work and in day to day life and in overcoming solitude and home-sickness. Some days I want to give up, sometimes I just want to hang out with my sisters and my friends and hug my mom. Sometimes I want to eat a real meal, with vegetables or be cozy in my socks and sip on a crisp glass of pinot noir. Sometimes we run out of water, sometimes there are a ton of mosquitoes and dengue fever alerts, sometimes I get sick and feel miserable, unable to distinguish a fever with just being hot and sweaty. Sometimes the roosters crow in an unstoppable never-ending chain at any particular hour of the day, which in turn sets the dogs barking, which in turn, leads the babies to cry and then the angry mothers yelling, the neighbor gagging himself with his toothbrush, the “Bollywood” movies blasting… But sometimes, just sometimes, I get those days where the light is perfect and purple as I am walking home, or when I get an invitation to dinner while I’m jogging, or randomly get asked to come in for a bilo of grog, or when I’m asked to hold a newborn baby, or when my students smile and joke around dancing in class. These are the moments that I wait for, the moments when I understand and value why I am here. Yes, it’s hard at times, most times, lately. But the overall struggle is worth it, at least so far.

The past few weeks have been eventful, which is very unusual for Fiji. I’ve been keeping myself busy with class and preparing for fundraising events. Also- had a ‘professional exchange’ on AIDS/HIV and STI awareness with Rob, my best good Peace Corps friend. He was visiting with his lovely family from Rhode Island and I got the opportunity to meet them all and listen to their awesome accent. I love to hear them say words like: idea = “idear”, apart = “apaht”, Danica = “Dawnica”. It reminds me of Jill and her mom, “Hey Dawni, I lawve youwah apahtment. Get in tha fuckin cawh!” Translation: “Hey Dani, I love your apartment, get in the fucking car!” Hahahaha. Oh, the good old days. Anyhow, our first fundraising event for Earth Day went really well, despite the unrelenting rain and getting shafted by town council. Town Council gave us a shed behind the market and away from the main road and therefore hidden from view… I felt like we had been ostracized from society! It’s a shame too because we had our environment friendly art projects made out of recycled materials on display. But after an hour of just hoping that someone would walk by our shed, we took it to the streets! We packed up all our greeting cards and went on a mission to sell them all. I made Taki, one of my students, wear a sign with the recycling arrows on it. He was walking barefoot through town yelling at the top pf his lungs “REDUCE! RE-USE! RECYCLE!” It was hilarious! Needless to say, Taki attracted a lot of attention and we used that to our full advantage, selling as many cards as we could. I don’t think my students realized they could actually make money by selling these greeting cards. They were so surprised when I tallied up the amount of cards we sold and showed them the grand total they made on their very first day. Yesterday we made a list of the things they want to see improved or changed with the money we make. The first things on their list were: a brush cutter (they cut their grass with machetes, arduous work!) and new desks for the classroom. It just made me appreciate the comforts I was granted while growing up, like having a desk with a smooth surface to write on… it’s the little things we take for granted. We have two fundraisers this week before the end of the term, so hopefully we will double our profit and be able to get started on achieving their needs. And after that, a two week vacation!

This is Ropate presenting to my students ...

"And this foamy secretion in and around the penis area is called..."

Learning how to put on a condom...

Earth day.

"There's a kaivalagi! Go get em!"

These are Wati and Suli.

They made an ibe (a Fijian mat) from wrappers

This is Taki.

The curtain behind him is made out of beer bottle caps.

Superman!

Vaka Cegu.

Here are some photos from my class

NAQELEKULA

wood burning bread oven.

Suli Making paper

Wati rolling out moisture from our paper

Stencilling with banana leaves

“Life comes in clusters. Clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.” – May Sarton

Well, honeymoon in Savusavu is over. I am officially a local. I try to avoid going into town as much as possible, but when I do, it is impossible not to run into people I know or have met at least once. On market day, I buy my vegetables from my regular market lady (caserita), except my fruit, that I get from the cutest little old man who occasionally gives me an extra papaya or a throws in a couple extra bananas… The people at the bread shop who give me the usual, one loaf of medium whole meal and one banana muffin.

I have stopped romanticizing about the beauty of this place. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Savusavu is beautiful, but living here…and living as a local, let me tell you, it is hardly paradise. The water goes out when it rains, [not that I’m complaining, at least I have running water most of the time]. My clothes smell like mildew because of this damn rain too… This time of year, it never stays sunny long enough to hang out clothes to dry…. And the bugs, don’t even get me started on the bugs. I have managed to get a weird tropical fungus thing that comes and goes as it pleases…

Which by the way, my students are… well, they are the reason my head hurts, my feet ache and the reason why I can’t wait to go back tomorrow. I have been working with ‘Naqelekula’, a Methodist boarding school that was developed for school dropouts. The mission of the school is to promote youth development through pastoral, technical, and vocational training. Most of the students who attend the school are kids ranging from ages 16-25. It’s funny even calling them kids, some of them are my age and yet they still call me madam. They’ll say… “Good afternoon madam”, “yes madam”, “no madam”. It used to make me kind of uncomfortable, but then again, comfortable isn’t exactly how I would describe most situations in this experience thus far.

Before I arrived, the students focused on farming and baking as a means of earning money to keep the school running. As an alternative way of making money, I have introduced an income-generating project that involves making greeting cards and bookmarks with local designs. It’s hard working with little to no materials, but we work with what we have until we are able to make enough money to purchase materials and then really kick ass. I have taught them how to make recycled paper and I am teaching them basic printmaking methods, mostly stenciling from whatever materials we can get our hands on… banana stems, paper, even used x-ray film that mysteriously made its way to our classroom from the hospital (this one works best).

One day I was talking to the students about the importance of recycling and explaining to them how long it takes for materials to decompose and thought to myself, why not make art from garbage? There’s plenty of it everywhere, so why not use it and have a small exhibit in town to raise awareness for the environment and at the same time use this day as an excuse to sell our greeting cards and bookmarks made from recycled paper? Environment Day happens to fall on the very same day as Youth Day, April 22nd. My students and I have been busy making art projects out of rubbish, paper and bookmarks and cards, cards, cards… and in between, I’ve been writing letters, proposals, all the not so fun stuff to raise money for my class. I’m working harder as a volunteer than I ever did when I was actually getting paid!

And so, I hope you understand the reason for my delay in updating you all on what’s happening on this end of the world. (Even though most of you are past due on your letters to me!) Besides the Cyclone warning and the flash floods and teh skin conditions, not much new around here… except I’m reading this really great book, it’s called “The Poisonwood Bible” by Barbara Kingsolver. It’s a really great read, about an evangelical Baptist who takes his family to the Congo on his mission during the 50’s. I highly recommend it, daddy- especially you, I think you’d get a kick out of it, and I don’t want to hear: “I never have time to read…” Give yourself some time for you, take a load off annie!

Walking Home

Tropical Depression

Just another Fijian Sunset

Gas Station

This one's for Kata....

Fishing

My first Visitor!

Some Highlights of Jayson’s trip… 1.) Spear Fishing in Nananu I Ra 2.) Suki and grog session with Jaile and gang 3.) Samoan warrior dancing at ‘the zone’ 4.) Mango Bay African Safari Tent #3 5.) Broke-down mini bus ride to Sigatoka 6.) 16 seater Pac. Sun Airplane during a tropical storm 7.) Kokonda and plenty wine at Bula Re 8.) Fijian Night club experience & “taki na bia”9.) Piggy back rides across the flooded streets10.) Rain baths Jaysoni my friend… Thank you. For hauling that giant suitcase from home, for taking it all in stride, for spoiling me on your vacation, for all the incredible meals that I could never afford and the many bottles of wine to accompany them. Thank you for bringing me breakfast when I was hung-over, for letting me kick your ass at cards, for simply sitting, -here or there-, for your company, for all the laughs, and memories built… for all the love and friendship in your heart. Vinaka Vaka Levu!

Some photos from Savusavu

spear fishing

view from a yacthie's boat at dusk

Exterior of church

Church at St. Bedes. Built in 1800's

Boys going for a swim

I know these are long overdue, but I've finally found an internet connection fast enough to allow me to upload photos. Like I said, the past three months have been a trip... so here are a few images to document a bit of where I've been roaming in Fiji, including some of Savusavu, my new home.... enjoy.

Sunset, Nananu-i-ra

On a boat with ropate in the South Pacific

Nananu-i-ra

Kelly decorating our x-mas tree. Nananu-i-ra

dusk, Nananu-i-ra

Nananu-i-ra

Somewhere in the sky...

On the road, Naiserelagi

Molly's house, Naiserelagi Village

captain's cafe with carrie, Savusavu

Bus stand, Savusavu

view of the bay, Savusavu

Nabala Village