Thursday, July 31, 2014

things i need to blog about before i forget

- Food culture.
- Samoans abroad who email me about their dramas and I look at the email and mouth off "WTF"
- Children in France vs children elsewhere
- SIDS - demystifying SIDS. ...i wrote about this on my virgiun blog and got a bit angry panty halfway through so I took it down and will redo it for this whore blog. 
- Death. because I'm a macabre madabitch like that
- Latest tuiga debacles hahah....jokes, an update
-  I want to do a demonstration of how to do real hair on your tuiga so you don't have to send me your braid that you chopped off in 1985 and your grandmother's hair who passed away in 1972. Lovely but i'm a superstitious Savaiian who believes that the dead are watching when I touch their hair.
- Language
- Political Pacific crooks in Auckland
- My mother's emails which provide constant entertainment, and fear. 
- How my bikini body turned to chubbychubs after 6 weeks of eating. 
-How my sister left my freezer switched off and things within came to life. 
and so on and so forth. 

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Home at last

Sorry I've been so absent but we are finally home, great loooong break but it's good to be in my own house,
We started in the south of France with the whanau, then went off to Corsica for a week. 
Back to France, ditched the smalls with the Tina o le tamaloa and drove to Tolouse. We ate foie gras and drank rose (wine). 
Then to a good friend who lives in the Landes region.  We ate the best meat from the Pyrenees and drank red wine from Bordeaux. This part of the journey was the most humbling and saddest for me. 
I won't divulge too much but to say, we take too much for granted. 
When our lives have an ending, a definite one, we will make sure that our moments on earth are spent well with the people who are dearest to us. ): 
We visited Lourdes, because of the above reason but also because it's a special place for us. 
From here, we did Biarritz (surf) and ate 2 macarons. I had added 3 kilos at this point to my belly, hips and ass. 
We said goodbye to our friends, possible for the last time for one of them, and we drove across to the border to Spain. 
San Sebastien: 2 things happened here: sangria and tapas. And as I mentioned, the third event was that I hugged a Spanish toilet at the end of the night. 
Next, Pamplona, for running of the bulls, great atmosphere of seeing thousands of people all in white and red. I took it easy on the sangria here. I wanted to be rested on my next city. And not look like cowpoo. 
We drove across the border again to get to Perpignan where our good friends live. We. Had. A. Blast. 
The highlights of my stay with these beautiful souls is this: the children are raised in such a cool manner, they are intelligent, engaging, ├╝ber helpful and most speak 3 languages, Samoan, French, English. Wow. I take my hat (or rather) my tuiga off to the parents and aunt of these cool kidlets. 
Then back to Marseille with the smalls (who also had an adventure of their own in Serre Chevalier). 
All too soon, our time in the South was ending too quick, 
Paris - we went to Paris and did 3 nights. Normally we do 1 night before hopping on the plane but this time, Moelagi wanted to visit the catacombes., sadly for her, her parents are shocking at planning and we found the catacombes CLOSED. Kefs. 
The hotel we stayed at was very Parisien in size, ....TINY.
But centrally located and weith an extremely helpful staff - something that is rare in Paris. It was also 3 mins walk from the Metro and from shops. Hotel Excelsior. Tiny, old but clean. If youre an average sized Samoan, do not stay here.
After Paris, ----LAX---Tahiti:
Tahiti was stunning and our friends home was on the waterfront. At this point, Moelagi is black as from the sun and La Tuif - still pasty as. We loved the fruits, the mangoes were delish and it felt great waking up to the sounds of roosters and dogs barking. We stayed in Arue village -
Tahiti needs to be visited for more than 5 days in order to appreciate the place.
We then caught the ferry to Moorea, whcih is 30 minutes away. I thought about the wharf at Mulifanua as we drove but nope, this is first class facilities and everything was so perfect and orderly. Strange!
We stayed at Hibiscus hotel and it was lovely, beachfront but rfeasonably prices, definitely not dear like ther nearby Intercontinental and other resorts.
Stingrays come to feel at the beach - which was fun for the smalls.
We didnt do too much in Moorea - just laxed out and go beach-pool-beach but if you wanna go places, you definitely need a rental car because there's no consistent public transport options.
back to Tahiti where we visited the 3 waterfalls - swam in the the largest one - LOVED IT.
Now we are home, its cold, but its great we are home!

Friday, July 11, 2014

Muddled thoughts

Being so far away from home is giving me so much clarity and a chance to take a step back. 
I intent to return and do some things differently, like
- seriously look for another job that has more of a work life balance, while the smalls are small.
- return to study
- improve my French because MM bursts into giggles or goes red with embarrassment when I speak. 
- put up more photos on my walls. I've been slack with that
- get rid of a lot of toys the smalls dont need
- mow the lawns 
- check my house is still standing
- tidy up the tuiga room and remove the red stains from the carpet before Frenchy discovers it
- cut back on the many things I've been doing and just have a year or so of a break. 
- buy a lotto ticket. 
- chuck a bucket of cow poo at John Key and get a king sized sack to chuck all of the pacific MPs and their misguided hangerons into it.

Gee, I started so well ......

Corsica was stunning

Spain. Sangria. Sasape vae.

We are in Spain now. And it's refreshing to hear another language (which is not French). 

I spent the first night in San Sebasti├ín drinking loads of sangrias and eating whatever was put on my plate. 
Because I'm not like the smart parangs who choose their morsels wisely, I was like, go for Drink. Eat. Drink by midnight, yours truly was hugging a Spanish toilet. 

Oi Malia e 

I am taking it easy from here on........(famous last words). 

Wednesday, July 02, 2014


Be kind.
It's so so true. A small act of kindness can mean the word to someone else. 

We were on the ferry from Nice to Corsica yesterday. 6 hour trip and it was full but there were no more sofas left, just single seats. 

2 hours into the trip, Tui noodled off and I was left with carrying him (he is a tall, 18kg  3 year old). 

The other adults in our group were upstairs, watching the football - I was stuck with sleeping Tui and Cranky Moelagi. 
And 2 narrow seats, ....then Cranky head wanted to go toilet. Shit! 
So I carried tui and took Maeva across the packed room to the toilet and back. My arm is now super tired and we retuned to our 2 seats. 
Clearly, balancing the kid on me and trying to get Moelagi to sleep on her seat wasn't fun.
And an old Corsican man tapped me on the shoulder and directed us to a sofa seat. 
There's 4 people there playing cards and they all stood up and moved. 
I was super grateful and managed to lie both little shitheads down and thanked the kind souls for their help. 
...and in true Tui fashion, he woke up.

But the point is, kind, you are making someone else's day and it might come back to you:) 

And it's also very infectious, it's reminding me to be kinder too.