Day 61: A Bus Ride

As the colorful wooden bus makes its way down the road, the sights out the window will be the memories I keep of Samoa. Manicured lawns dotted with chickens, pigs, dogs and an occasional cow. Brown bottoms of toddlers as they play in the dirt. Fales painted brightly with reclining figures inside. Blue ocean, coconut groves and green hills whiz by.

As the bus rumbles along, it passes through one village after another. Each village has a large white cement church in its center. The churches are by far the largest buildings on the islands and a focal point of life in the village. Children wave and adults smile as we pass and I am struck at the friendly and open lifestyle these people lead.