Valentines day used to be one of my favorite days
when I was growing up. I loved the fact of going to school and getting candy
from my fellow classmates and giving candy to all my friends. In Samoa they do
things a little differently. I honestly had no idea what to expect with this
holiday. I had gotten candy for all my students and brought a movie so we could
have a little celebration. My students loved the candy and I had gotten cute
little handmade valentines from other students. I love getting handmade work
from students. I also keep them and put them in a binder so I can look back on
them. My students devoured the candy and loved the movie. That is about the
extent of the celebrating we did for the holiday. Valentines Day was also Virginia’s
birthday so we were also celebrating her 23rd birthday. We made a
big cake and then Lusi and Joe did the cinnamon challenge. This challenge is
that you cannot eat a spoonful of cinnamon. Safe to say they both failed
miserably at the challenge and were leaning over the sink for a while and the
three of us were sitting in the chairs laughing at them.
On Friday we had the Valentine’s dance at the
Mormon Church. At the dances they start off the night by having a big potluck.
We had so much food sitting in front us during the meal. I have to say I have
never gone hungry since arriving on the island. After eating our weight in food
they called up everyone who had a valentine to come to the middle of the dance
floor. I was casually sitting next to Dana when Lusi came over to me and said
let’s go. After giving him the death glare because I knew my students would
freak out when we went in and joined the heart circle that had been created by
the locals. A small murmur went across the crowd as we got up safe to say I am
going to hear all about this on Tuesday when I get to class.
Late Saturday night into early Sunday morning was
the start of what Dana and I are calling the mini hurricane. Throughout the
night we could just hear huge gusts of winds going on outside. These gusts of winds
have continued until now which is Sunday night. Our rule of thumb is if we
don’t here them constantly ringing the bells we are still safe. Apparently they are supposed to last until
Tuesday sometime. All day on Sunday Dana and I have been running in and out of
the house looking at the crazy wind gusts. Lusi came over for lunch bringing us
fried chicken and Samoan food. We all had went outside to look at the damage
that had happened so far. I was busy recording and not paying attention to
where I was walking when I stepped into something squishy. Little did I know
that I had just stepped in dog poop. After I had screamed a little bit I heard
Dana and Lusi just dying of laughter. I don’t think that I had laughed that
hard in so long. It is now Sunday evening and the wind has gotten a little
worse. The locals are walking around boarding up all the windows. Whenever it
gets really windy we all run to our screened in porch to look out side. One
time we were standing in the porch and we could hear tin coming off our roof,
the power went out and Lusi was yelling at us to go into the house. For once I
was actually wishing we had a basement here to go to. I am so used to having a
basement I didn’t know where to go.
With Love,
Abby
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