I woke up this morning with about 12 cockroaches in my sink, so, not knowing what else to do, I just turned the water on full-blast. Then I thought, "Hey! It's like I'm water boarding them! How very American of me! Maybe I'll fit in when I go home after all!" So that was really comforting for about two minutes until I actually thought about it.
I walked across the island to my favourite beach yesterday, and every single person I passed along the way knew my name. Pretty cool, except when they all know you skipped afternoon church to walk to the beach and you went to painstaking lengths to get out of your village without being spotted.
I'm listening to Tongan radio right now and this song just came on that goes:
"LA International Airport!
LA International Airport!" Over and over.
Never heard that one before, but I liked it.
*Just a few examples of illegal activities I've participated in on Sunday:
- Picking fruit from a tree to eat
- Swimming
- Reading a book (and not THE book)
- Playing my ukulele
I'm such a rebel I can hardly stand it
Here are the things you CAN do on Sunday:
-Go to church
-Eat
-Sleep
Here's a quick sampling of a Tongan song. I know it's sideways, I couldn't figure out how to turn it upright. Turning your head to the side works well though.

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