Take Me To Church: Sunday in Rarotonga

We were sitting outside the church in Avarua. Everyone was in their Sunday best- the women wore coconut frond rito hats laden with flowers and the kids in the choir, white button-down shirts. We squeezed Sia into a floral frock we’d been carrying around since San Diego. Even Michael zipped the bottom legs onto his convertible pants.

The Land Divers of Pentecost Island

I was freaking out. The Cessna was so loud I thought Sia’s hearing was going to be damaged once and for all. I had already dragged her to a music festival and a riveting performance of bottle drums and bush bass, but this, this was a soul-rattling mode of transportation. For an hour. Over an active volcano.