Kristin and Paul were up before dawn since 6 a.m. our time is 11 a.m. their time. Scott and I dragged ourselves out of bed, because we did not want to miss one minute with them. I had bought a box of American cereal for them, but Kristin decided to eat the granola I eat that comes out of Australia. I was pleased that she liked it.
Went to Pacific Harbour with the Wellses and the Hogges. It was a mad house. We thought we would arrive early enough, but even at 9:30 the beach was packed. Some Fijian families camped over night under big blue tarps draped over rope strung between palm trees. We found only one place we could lay our blankets that was in the shade and not in someone else's space. Everyone had a great time swimming except Sister Wells and me. We talked. There are signs everywhere on this beach to beware of falling coconuts. I thought they were hilarious until today when I watched a coconut fall out of a 40 feet tree hitting a man on the shoulder. The force of it dropped the man to the sand. I can not image what would have happened if it had hit him on the head. I will beware from now on.
Spent the rest of the day resting at home to help with the jet lag. I made dinner and we had a lovely conversation with Kristin and Paul. Reminded me how much I miss talking to them. As wonderful as it is, Skype just isn't as good as face to face conversations.
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