Monday, December 7, 2009
I was accosted off from the Ava ceremony*by my new, and very large, host mother. As my Samoan skills were elementary at best and were as useful as shock collars are to feral dogs, my host mother and I walked silently, and needless to say, awkwardly to our home across the malae (field) to a brightly painted green home. Thus began my excruciating birth in Samoan culture.
*A traditional Samoan ceremony conducted for special guests wherein there is usually an exchange of gifts and ava is ceremonially served.