|On the flight over-- Miss M's mind is blown when she is served a giant pink marshmallow. For breakfast.|
|View on the drive from the airport|
|Ocean front playground|
|Lu coordinates her flower with her outfit|
|Miss M prefers flowers the size of her face|
The thing I enjoy most so far is the creativity of the people of Samoa. There are so many beautiful crafts. Every single grocery store sells fabric-- bright, beautiful tropical prints. Samoa is known for the intricately printed designs painted on fabric, which are sold everywhere and worn by men and women both. There is also a lot of weaving. We bought a woven mat for the girl's room that makes the whole room smell like freshly chopped hay. Everyone uses baskets woven from coconut palm leaves to carry produce at the market, and I am dying to learn how to make one. They are so common that they are thrown out just like plastic bags.
|beautifully printed fabrics at one of the markets|
It is much more hot and humid here—probably due to the huge jungle covered mountains that project like fingers through the settlement of Apia. (funny aside-- before we got here, I looked at google maps trying to figure out the distance of a school for the girls from where we are staying. There is a big blank peninsula- shaped space on the map, right between where we are and where the school is, with no roads shown. I figured the map was incomplete and the roads were small. Turns out, that "space" is a huge mountain. You have to go around it.) Because of this climate it seems a majority of daily living is done in open air buildings called Fales. Fales are like palapas- an earth or concrete base, with poles supporting a thatch or zinc roof. Most lots have a fale, and in many the fale is the center of activity, with a small house crouched behind like an afterthought. The other architectural feature that is predominate is churches. In the half hour drive into the city from the airport, I counted at least a dozen huge, beautiful churches. Religion is very much a part of everyone’s life, in fact on Sundays most everything is closed and buses don’t even run.
The buses are great-- they are brightly painted and decorated and made of wood! The chassis are apparently from the 1950's, and the whole bus structure, from floors to seats to roof, is wood. There aren't any windows, and when it rains there are pieces of plexi glass that you can lift into the window frame. The bus costs 1 tala a ride (around 40 cents US) and don't run on any timetable, they just loop around their route all day. That means if you aren't lucky and just miss a bus, you have to sit and wait for another to show. The most I've had to wait on our route is about 1/2 an hour. I'm glad so far we don't have any set appointments we have to reach on time, cause you can't really predict how long it will take you to get somewhere by bus. Since the buses don't run on Sunday, though, we have to take a taxi to church. Taxis are really expensive here, the same route that costs 1 tala by bus costs 10 tala by taxi, so we try to take the bus when we can. But the absolute BEST part about the bus is that when it gets crowded, people sit on eachother's laps. I had read about this before I came, and told Daniel, but he thought it was just something people told to tourists. NOPE. It's totally a thing. One day we took a trip into town just as the 2 all boys high schools down the street from us got out for the day. Normal capacity for the bus is maybe about 35 with 2 people per (small) bench seat. That day, we found out people don't wait for the next bus, they just squeeeeeze in. 2 guys would sit on the bench, and then 2 more guys would sit on their laps, so now there are 4 people crammed into a maybe 3 ft by 1 1/2 ft space. Then everyone squeezes into the aisle, and when absolutely no more fit, people stand on the bus steps, and the poor guy on the end hangs on the the door frame for dear life. There were 15 people in the 3-seat area around me, and well over a hundred on the bus. Everyone is pretty blase about it, I had to laugh thinking about the fistfights that would inevitable break out if you tried that with Belizean highschoolers! I did make the mistake of traveling when school let out by myself another day, and ended up with a very heavy 10 year old on my lap! So, pro-tip: travel with a toddler on your lap, so you don't end up with a very close seatmate!
Much more to come, we have been going on lots of adventures, but internet is painfully slow and sometimes non-existent.