It's what we call a cold winter's day
in Momi Bay, Fiji-- 75 and sunny, with a chilly wind off the ocean.
The mango trees are fruiting; when we arrived they were just starting
to flower. The branches sway in the breeze. On Tuesday afternoons
and evenings, some ladies come to the base from a local village and
set up shop on the patio to sell souvenirs to the students the day
before their departure on Wednesday nights. The heavy mango branches
sway above one of the ladies' heads, having just spread out her bracelets
and necklaces on a sheet on the ground, such that I am afraid a mango
will fall on her head or crush some of her jewelry. She seems
unconcerned.
