Jane told me, while he was taking coffee, papayas, toasts, Butter, mangos and bananas was following in hand, that, beyond fales and beaches, of street markets and palm trees that border the sea, in Savaii there was "a miracle" -.

n a larger fale, rectangular web without lateral, Jane served breakfast every morning while the rays of the rising sun were spreading over the surface of the water. The rest of the day was pulular: stroll along the beach, go to the church, find hermit crabs and remove the house to see how seeking another or sit on the cyber cafe to chat with the Swiss couple who had left everything to settle in the vicinity of Jane.

I think I've never again be in a place with so few tricks like that and one person with so few tricks like that. That he knew me to life. A salitre. In real life we ​​revere, love, serve and evoke when the other, pseudo, mental, we do not like it, exhausts us, We finally got confused and no longer interested

I was not to return to despair when I would find locked in a traffic jam or when the road would give me no more than trivial kilometers of asphalt. I said I would remember while taking turns himself over the ocean south along the Australian coast through the Great Ocean Road.