I have skills...like friend-making skills. The peeps here in Maui are absolutely incredible and completely unique. The culture is way laid-back and so welcoming. But, I mean, who wouldn't love me?
These are my girls. They hula. That's right, they HULA. And the verb for Hula is NOT hulaing. It is "to dance hula" or "dancing hula". Duh. I got corrected lots of times. Anyways, these girls move so beautifully to the music and they really minister with their dance. Right now, they are in the process of choreographing their own dances to perform later this fall. I'm so proud of them!
Eighth grade bible study gets pretty extreme. This is Dustyn on her rip-stick. I'm going to dominate on one of these real soon. We always take a break during study to practice, although the signs clearly tell us "no skateboarding"...Jesus was a rebel, right?! Anyways, all my girls have amazing skills.
Ah, Jesse. She is my "real age" friend. She just moved here, too, and works at World Mark with condos and such. She's a stud. We went out on a friend date to watch the sunset and eat at Fred's. I still miss my close girls back home, but my Father is so good and faithful to provide new ones. We both massage our head in the shower so our hair will grow faster, because long locks are it in Maui.
And finally, the family. Here are all the interns on top of Haleakala, previously mentioned in the previous post. They are my rocks. More to come on our antics and such :)
Nohea (who reminds me of JTT) can play that thing. He's incredible. See how excited I am to be sitting by him? He taught me to strum, although I don't have very good chord-playing skills.
When I play, I like to put a Hawaiian flower in my hair. Obviously, my chords are off, but my heart is singing along.
The cover of Dustyn's CD album. She plays at school. They have ukalalea class, kind of like how we get recorders to play. Everyone in the lunchroom jams out. It's pretty awesome!
And sometimes, we like to shoot nerds out of our nose into other people's mouths. I told Josh that if he could get it into John's mouth, I'd give him $100. They failed miserably...Vini actually got the nerd stuck IN his nose, crazy Brazialian.
