Emma performed in an end-of-the-year recital with her dance group, Siva Maia, on Memorial Day evening. Some of the costumes may look familiar, as they performed literally every dance they know. Emma performed in six different dances.
It was a very rainy day, and “very rainy” in Samoa means that it poured and poured
all day. It was the kind of rain that floods the roads in five minutes. There was even thunder and lightning, which is rare here. It was pretty spectacular. The thunder was so loud and could be heard echoing off the mountains. As evening was approaching I called a veteran dance mom and asked her if these things were ever cancelled due to the weather. She said that in her 10 years of having daughters dance in all kinds of tropical storms, a cancellation would not happen.
The sound issues didn’t stop the dancers, though. They all did a great job! Emma’s six performances included a “solo.” She practiced very hard to learn a brand-new dance for a solo, but it ended up being a trio. Emma still referred to it as her solo, though, so we didn’t argue. It was a beautiful, slow dance. I believe it was Hawaiian. Emma danced and swayed her hips with a lei in her hands. She did a fabulous job and we were very proud as she initiated doing a solo, on top of getting ready for her swim competition.The performance ended with a group dance, featuring all of the girls in their various costumes. This will be the last performance for a few months, as many families leave the island for the summer.

It was actually quite lucky that the majority of us were able to keep our flights because the Head of State of Samoa just passed away. There was a huge funeral planned for the same weekend and at one point the competition was even going to be canceled. We arrived in Samoa after the 25 mintue flight and piled into 2 big taxi buses. The drive from the airport into the capital city of Apia is over an hour long. Samoa is different from our island....there is so much more open space, people have farms with cows and horses, the roads don't have potholes, the speed limit is 45, there is not a lot of litter, there are stop lights and tourists, and the list goes on and on. Needless to say, it was refreshing to see a change of scenery.
We checked into a bed and breakfast and then waited to receive word that we could go to the pool to practice for Saturday's swim meet. The kids were really anxious to practice in the pool. Our swimmers are at a huge disadvantage as they swim in either a 8-meter pool (it literally takes about 5 strokes to get to the other side) or the ocean. Samoa is hosting the upcoming South Pacific Games and they have an Olympic facility with two 50-meter pools and a high dive pool. After a few hours of playing around the bed and breakfast (thank goodness we were the only guests!), we went over the pool. The kids got to practice in the outdoor warm-up pool. They were excited about the big pool, but not too sure about the diving blocks. The indoor facility was closed, but they peeked through the windows and became nervous and excited for the competition.





Paul and I grabbed the other kayak and paddled out to her. If you can't tell from the pictures, let me tell you that these kayaks are small -- definitely not sized for 2 adults. Emma challenged us to a race and I started paddling as best I could with Paul basically sitting on my lap. I'm going to blame it on him and not my rusty kayaking skills, but we ended up flipping over! Emma beat us by a mile, and would have won even without Paul and I going overboard. I really wonder how much money it would cost to ship a kayak to American Samoa. I think I could live here a lot longer with a kayak. 

Emma's class has been studying human anatomy. Her class made up a play in which their teacher, Mr. Snyder, was a scarecrow who needed various organs. Emma came home from school one day and announced that she was going to be a kidney. My first thought was that I was going to have to sew some grotesque costume, but thankfully the kids didn't actually dress up as body parts. They just had a drawing of an organ, and after saying their lines, they placed their organ onto the scarecrow's body.
The 3- and 4-year-

For many months now, I have been taking a Polynesian dance class. A group of my friends that are in the class together decided to perform a dance in honor of our friends who are moving. This was my first time performing so I was quite nervous. There were over 300 people at the party and many of them know me. It's much easier to embarrass yourself in front of strangers, but dancing in front of all those people I know was nerve-wrecking.
The dance is from the Cook Islands, but we call it "the yellow dress dance." The dresses were chosen by our dance teacher, who is from the Cook Islands. This dance has been around for awhile and it seems to be the one that most of the white women in the dance class end up learning and performing. We just don't think our teacher gets that yellow, especially blindingly bright yellow, doesn't look good with white skin. We now chose to learn dances in class based on what dress we could wear someday!
Anyways, the dance went fine. I had a few little "what am I doing up here?" moments, but we entertained the crowd and had a fun time. We've even been asked to perform at another upcoming event.
The party was a kid's dream! There was a bouncy castle and waterslide that get rented for many parties in American Samoa. Plus, there is a tide pool at Maliu Mai that made for some great jumping. I managed to get a good action shot of Emma!