Yes, we’re still in American Samoa. No, I don’t want to talk about it.
What I do want to talk about: Dane’s first sail in a year! Doesn’t he look spiffy? He spent a while finding all the parts and reconditioning the boom, but our dinghy sails just fine when there’s a breeze and there was a good one yesterday morning, off and on.
Now that we’ve got a little time to ourselves as we wait for some cyclones to get out of our way to Tonga, we’re going to enjoy our time here more. We’re intending on spending the next week (or so; damn you weather) doing the things we should have been doing more of during our long sojourn here. We’ll be going to different villages, snorkeling and writing more. Maybe a few boat projects, but only if we’re bored.
Sailing yesterday was our start. I broke out my inflatable kayak and raced Dane to shore as he slowly (so slowly) sailed the dinghy in. I won, but he got the last laugh as I realized I forgot my shoes on the boat and he had to carry me over the threshold into McDonald’s. So, I guess I’ve officially gone native, wearing a lavalava and hanging out barefoot in McDonald’s on a Sunday. It’s a slippery slope. Soon, I’ll be eating Samoan pancakes (called panikeke, but actually big round donut holes; see above) bag by greasy bag and wearing quarters in my ears. Se’i tatou o, folks!