- The lights along Beach Road are lit tonight on account of the holiday. They only light them 3 times a year: Independence Day, the Teuila Festival, and Christmas. The lights are very festive, and I personally think they should be turned on a lot more. But I guess I’ve got bigger fish to fry.
- Erin leaves tomorrow morning, and I leave the day after, and then Blakey will be the sole member of Group 81 in Samoa. Way to hold down the fort, Blakey!
- The plan to watch Christmas episodes from various TV shows is still on. On Wikipedia I found a stunningly comprehensive list of Christmas episodes of American TV shows, and using the Peace Corps library I was able to compile 18 episodes with a total run time of 9 hours. We’re all set.
- I finally got to what I think is the best episode of Mad Men last night where the priest breaks out the guitar at the end of the episode and plays Peter, Paul & Mary’s “Early in the Morning”. I admit I’m a sucker for musical montage. Which is why I’m looking forward to the “In Excelsis Deo” episode of The West Wing tomorrow.
- In the priest’s homily tonight, he asked, “Do you know that the best sermon on the birth of Christ wasn’t given by a great priest or a pope or even a saint? Do you know who truly understood and communicated the meaning of Christ’s birth?” I had it narrowed to 2 candidates:
- Linus Van Pelt; and/or
- The Little Drummer Boy.
- Linus Van Pelt; and/or
- I got a couple mosquito bites during mass tonight, and I realized I haven’t gotten any mosquito bites in a while. I’m not sure about this, but I think the weather lately has been too hot for mosquitoes. Just a hypothesis.
- Phil and I were cold the other night, and we were trying to estimate the temperature. We agreed it was probably high 70s Fahrenheit.
- It’s tradition here to go out to the nightclubs on Christmas Eve. According to one of my Samoan friends, Christmas Eve is very similar to New Year’s Eve. Asked if this was true in America, I shook my head. I won’t be clubbing tonight.
- Apologies to anyone offended by the language in Tuesday night’s post. I had to tell it like it happened. No punches pulled.
- I was at the flea market today looking for a particular souvenir in a particular colour, and when I finally found what I was looking for, the vendor wanted $15 for what should cost $10. It’s faux pas to bargain in Samoa, but I called her out (in Samoan) on the price. Startled and entertained by my Samoan, she immediately agreed to the $10 price. See? My language skills aren’t terrible.
- I admit I’ve been keeping a secret from you, blog readers. It’s benign and inconsequentional, but I don’t plan on telling you until sometime in mid- to late January. Sit tight.
- Finally, I want to thank everyone who’s left Christmas greetings in the comments section. Season’s greetings to all readers. Have a wonderful holiday!
Last-minute shoppers—myself included—at Chan Mow, the Samoan equivalent of Target/Wal*Mart.
The sidewalk outside Frankie's Supermarket this morning.
Lights along Beach Road.