Happy Fiji Day! On Friday all the school kids wore bula shirts and bright dresses to school instead of their uniforms – it was so fun to see. There was also lots of pomp and ceremony, soldiers marching, and government leaders speaking. We celebrated with the senior missionaries by having breakfast at the old Governor’s mansion, which has been turned into a great restaurant. The building itself was interesting, and the breakfast was, as Elder Martin put it, “World Class!”
The sun even decided to come out this week – yay! One of our YSAs, Lario, teaches kids how to surf. When he isn’t in the water, he practices keeping his balance on this skateboard made with only two wheels —
Susan Stanford and I went downtown, found some bula fabric and took it to a seamstress to make me a sula chamba to wear to our YSA dance Friday night. Shobie, the seamstress, measured me all over and made the top and wrap around skirt in four days for $16. What a fun experience! When Shobie saw my little missionary name tag, she asked all kinds of questions about the temple. We invited her to the open house in January, and she is excited to go to it.
The dance was fun. Everyone was supposed to bring a dance partner, and a lot of them did. We showed them how to do the Swing again, but spent most of the evening trying to encourage the YSAs to have the courage to dance with each other. Seems shyness is universal! Savaira and her sister were great though – they made sure everyone had fun.
We ended the week watching re-broadcasts of General Conference with our stake. Sunday afternoon between sessions our ward had a potluck…
Sunday evening we had two firesides, one right after the other. The first was a tri-stake where Elder Johansson spoke to the YSAs, and the other was at the mission home where a team of temple mural artists spoke to the senior missionaries. The YSA fireside was wonderful, but listening to the temple artists was incredible. It is such a complicated process to paint large murals, ship them, then install them in temples around the world. One artist said “every stroke records their love of God.” We’ll have the team over for dinner this week, so we’ll post more about them next time. How could life be any better than this! Moce until then:)