Visiting Savaii

I grew up in northern Maine. A place where winter begins in November and begins to recede in April. In high school, the baseball team usually had to postpone their first few games of the season because there would still be snow on the field. Temperatures can easily reach -20 Fahrenheit and can even go as low as -35 or -40. One snow storm can drop 16 inches of snow. Driving is treacherous and the sun in set by 4 p.m. This is what I grew up with.


Last weekend, I was visiting a volunteer friend, Jenny, in western Savaii. The weather was treacherous all week, all over the country, and this was certainly no exception out on Savaii. Sitting in Jenny's little thatched-roofed Samoan fale, the rain and winds were so hard we were afraid we'd blow away.

(Me in far western Savaii - the last tip of land before the International Date Line.)


At one point, the air was a little chilly, and I decided that I needed a sweater. Jenny looked at the the digital thermometer she keeps in her fale. It was 77 degrees Fahrenheit.


(Jenny and the kids working in the primary school vegetable garden.)

Anyway, Jenny has been very busy and has a lot of very cool projects she's working on. She's working with her community doing a lot of gardening, the village just received several sewing machines, and they're looking at a water tank project and composting toilets.

1 comments:

Emily said...

oh my gosh!
liz, this is so exciting!
you think 77 degrees is getting a little chilly now too!
hooray!

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