Do Moments Become Memories While Volunteering in Fiji
Thwack. The sound of a machete slicing through the air is not something most people hear every day. Yet one balmy Friday morning in March, I found myself hearing that thwack over and over as our guide Ratu led a group of guests and hotel employees through an overgrown path toward his village. As we reached a clearing and got our first look at the village we’d come to assist in building water filters, I glanced over at my teenage son in time to see his eyes widen. It’s safe to say, coming from the urban sprawl of San Francisco, neither of us had ever experienced anything quite like this before!