Volunteer: Taylar Foster
Contributions from Taylar Foster
My father huffed and puffed, my mother “ooh”ed and “ahh”ed, keeping her scrapes and scratches to herself. We filed in line, one village boy leading my father, my mother, me, followed by a second village boy as our guide. We traipsed through the rainforest on a barely worn and overgrown trail. We were bound for a hidden waterfall. I was fortunate to have my parents visit me in Fiji. I was fortunate to have them visit me when I studied abroad in Rome. That was my father’s first trip out o...
Fijians love to eat. Fijians also love to farewell. It was only natural that the two would be combined as my close of service neared. For the last two weeks I was in my village I did nothing but eat my way around the tikina (district). One of the most memorable feasts came on my last Wednesday, a day I had hoped would find us in the deep ocean, under a bright hot sun, gazing into water so blue it made the sky pale in comparison. Instead, as happens to all good plans during Peace Corps, ...
My parents, after coming out of our hike into the woods.
My parents came to visit me during my second year of service, in December 2009. Two of the young men from a neighboring village led us on a hike to a waterfall. It was an adventure for my parents (and me!) and we all felt successful and tired after finishing the hike. But the water was cold, the sun felt great (my parents live in Wisconsin), and it made for a fun afternoon. They got to see some of the challenges of my integration through this hike, which was physically demanding, and enco...
Here are some of the boys that took me on a picnic during my last days in my Fijian village on the island of Vanua Levu. In front of the boys is the tub of seafood we enjoyed and the root crops spread in front of them.