We got back to school around 12:00 yesterday. There was a little unloading to do, and some waiting for rides, but I was home around 2:30 or 3:00. Then I was suddenly so tired. I slept for a while. I spent the evening feeling groggy.
The camping trip was amazing – so fun and so interesting. We stayed at a YMCA camp. The cabins were nice. The view was spectacular.
My birthday happened while I was there. The kids gave me homemade cards and Twix.
One of the kids brought the hat his family members wear whenever it is their birthday. I was honored to be able to wear it.
The most interesting event for me was going to a taro farm and working in one of the taro patches. The farm has been in the same family for seven generations – ever since the chief of that valley had the whole village carry buckets of soil from the mountain and build the taro patches over the top of bare volcanic rock.
When taro root is harvested, it’s pounded and cooked, and made into poi. The farmer sent some home with us. It was the best I’ve ever had. It had a sweetness to it, but also a wheat-like flavor. It reminded me of uncooked bread dough.
Both nights we had a campfire with smores. There were also many camp games with flashlights, and with “carnivores” eating “herbivores”, and with team cooperation. It was great. The kids were so well-behaved. The parents were so helpful. I loved it.
Today I am very tired.