My Beach...

So I need to make a correction. In the various letters I have received over the past year it has commonly been assumed that I live on a very exotic beach. In Malem, my village, this is the beach. It stretches all the way to Utwe and Lelu the neighboring villages. Even though it's not a white sandy beach like some may have assumed it's still cool to live so close to the water.

Kosrae State Fair

A little over a month ago two of my students were asked to compete in the Kosrae State Fair organized by my host Dad, Remos Livaie. They competed with other students from Kosrae in making traditional Kosraen baskets with cocnut leaves. Having almost mastered the craft myself I can say it certainly is not easy and I was really happy they both won.

I performed at the fair, using a plastic bucket, peices of bamboo, and a tin pot. I drew quite a croud but wasn't sure if it was for me or for the much revered Kosraen soup that was provided by the Kosraen womens association...I'll hopefully have a picture to post soon.

Remos, my host dad, also entered some beans grown from my garden under my name without telling me. It was very funny since, he was also the announcer, he called my name to come forward and collect my prize of $15, which my host mother Torro quickly claimed was my "living tax" of the month.

Sepe and Sahi