Though we all ended up eating dinner together, there was no toast. No one made speeches. No tears were shed. Had there not been a myriad of conversations about what’s next in life and the schedule of layovers and the headaches of moving out, it would have been difficult to tell that this night was different from all other nights.
There was some tension due to interpersonal politics, and at times the night felt like a group divided. But like any big, dysfunctional family, differences were swept under the rug, and our final night together passed without incident.
This morning was a haze of continental breakfast and coffee. There was a little bit of snorkeling and bocci ball, and then it was time for the first wave to return to Apia.
Before boarding the van, we all got together for a group photo with members perched in the branches of one of the trees along the beach. And with the flash of a camera, it was over.
Chris and Erin said their final goodbyes to Supy and Phil, who had to head back to Savai’i. Everyone else is expected to be in town tomorrow for the lead-up to the airport.
Until then, we’ll all be in denial a little longer.
I hope you’re well. More pictures from the weekend below.
Supy and Phil.
Erin, Dan, Rob, Paul, Rebecca.
Dan and AJ.
Dan and me.
A bunch of 81 surveys the pool upon arrival at Sa'Moana Resort.
The view eastward from Sa'Moana's pool.
Australian Volunteer Rebecca and Group 81's Paul.
Me and Blakey.