|Brent talking to fishermen at the wharf|
With the mission president gone for most of the past week, I worked hard to get ahead with my office duties so I will be free when Chad and Amy arrive with 7 of our grandchildren next week. :)
Some of the highlights of this week were the beautiful rainbows I saw almost everyday. Saturday I went walking just as the sun was coming up and the sky was a brilliant pink, casting a magical pink spell over the whole earth. I was glad I decided not to stay in bed, as it only lasted a few minutes and then was gone.
Thankfully there is a noticeable coolness to the air in the mornings and evenings. It is such a relief from the oppressive heat and humidity that we have had for the last several months. The
|fish hooks ready to be tied on the line|
Saturday morning I asked Patrick Dotson, from our ward, if he would meet the Seniors at the wharf and share his knowledge of buying fresh fish. Most of us do not eat that much fish because we don't know what or where to buy fish that hasn't been sitting out for hours. He took us to Apia Packers which is right on the wharf. They take the fish off the boats and it is cleaned, filleted and chilled. We bought some yellow fin tuna which we had for dinner. It was delicious! We will definitely be going back. While at the wharf we talked to some fishermen who had recently returned with their catch. They go out for 3-5 days. The man on the left just got back from Las Vegas - it is a small world. The amount of fish that is taken out of the ocean here every day by the big boats is mind boggling. One of the problems the Pacific islands face is over fishing by these big commercial fishing companies. There are many families whose fathers and brothers go out every day to fish, and the family depends on them catching something that they can eat. Meat, even chicken, is too expensive for many families and only served on special occasions. Men go out at night with spears and lights. If they catch more than they can eat you will see their catch the next day on the side of the road with someone fanning the flies away.
|Elders Iakopo and Vahai on our way to Tiavea|
|Dinner at the Vahai home with Sisters Sauni and Asomua|
After dinner we went to the church where there were probably forty people there for the baptism, plus children everywhere. Brent and I were a curiosity for them, so most of them kept their distance. Some parents tell their children that Palagis (white people) eat bad children. Even though the service was in Samoan, there was good spirit and it was a joy to be there. The singing was amazing - it was so loud that it almost raised the roof, with even the children singing all the verses with no hymn books! I am really going to miss the Samoan singing.
|Pandana mats and rolled leaves|
My Scripture for the week is again from my studying this week. It is found in the Book of Mormon in Alma 13: 28-29:
|A few of the Children at Tiavea|