Where is America Samoa again?
So I’m writing this not exactly when it happened, but as soon as I was able to get to a computer. So after we played volleyball on Saturday, the next day was our last day to be in American Samoa. We taught our last bible lesson for the little kids. As I sat in church singing it finally hit me that I was leaving. I was listening to the Samoans sing and thinking about all of the relationships that I had formed over the last 5 weeks. I was overwhelmed with emotions and started crying. At the end of church, Tia, got up and asked us to stand at the front of the church. Again, just like with the Nu Uli church we had another tofa (goodbye) from the Tafuna church. As I was walking up to the front I lost it again. These kids who I had got to know mean so much to me and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. The kids brought us up gifts from the congregation in a line and they kept coming and coming. After this happened we said our goodbyes and took lots of pictures. We exchanged addresses to write lett
