Wackyfish

I took the bus home at lunch time yesterday so I could have lunch at home, and do a few nagging chores around my house. It was raining when I left my office and thankfully I didn’t have to wait long for the bus. I love the bus ride home from work. The bus route circles my village and I get to see a lot of friends and neighbors on the way. My friend Emily got on the bus and sat next to me in Vaivase, which is actually most of the way home. She goes to Vivase primary school and I would guess that Emily is about 11 years old. She doesn’t speak any English but she is always happy and excited to see me on the bus and we try to have broken conversations in Fa’aSamoa. Most of the time we end up in giggles because one or the other of us is having difficulties saying something.
The bus made it’s customary village circle and I showed her how to wave palagie style…
Elbow elbow wrist wrist… much laughing ensued. I’m sure we made a spectacle of ourselves.
Emily lives up the road from me, so we get off at the same spot. Eventually the bus pulled up to our stop and we got off the bus together. The clouds above choose just that moment to poor down a torrent of rain. Emily looked at me, took my hand and said tamoe the timu. Which means run in the rain.
We ran up the short hill together hand in hand getting thoroughly soaked through and laughing the whole way.
Please goddess, never let me forget how to find this kind of joy in the simple things of life. This place has been such a blessing to me.