That’s right, folks! We haven’t confirmed this yet, but according to a report by the Island Times, Brian, his fellow Court Counsel, Becca, and I are the new “assistant attorney generals” of Palau!
Actually, this is a photo of us registering for visas at Immigration, taken immediately after I returned from a fairly frenzied trip to the bathroom–frenzied because I asked a man at the Bureau where the restroom was located, and this request caused him so much embarrassment that he abandoned the task halfway through, left me standing alone in the hallway, and returned with a female coworker who walked me the rest of the way. By the time I returned and sat down, Becca said, “Smile! This is happening!” and the next day we were on the front page of the paper.
I’m told that Brian was front-page news again this week, but unlike everything else on the island, newspapers actually move very fast here. So while I missed the latest issue, it’s clear that the combination of Brian’s popularity with the paparazzi and his stand-out 100%-Irish looks means he is attracting some attention. A couple of men in Japan asked if he permed his hair, and decided that he must be in a rock band. Last week, a woman approached Brian and said very earnestly, “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure,” he replied.
“What color would say your hair is?”
I look forward to finding out the answer to that question in a future issue of the Island Times.
Well, we did it. We packed up our lives. We sold our cars (thanks, Tim & Sally). We boarded a plane. And then another. And then another. And then we landed 16 hours in the future, in Micronesia. It was pitch dark, because most flights arriving in Palau land between the hours of 1 and 4 a.m., because Palau is an inconvenient place to get to and has to take what it can get when it comes to airplane access and so operates on other countries’ schedules. The downside for the traveler is missing a spectacular aerial view of the Rock Islands (although most Palauans–all 21,000 of them–live on a cluster of four islands, the country is made up of more than 200 volcanic isles and coral atolls scattered over 196 square miles). On the other hand, you get to spend your first night sleeping with a plane full of Palauans, which is a quick cultural immersion experience because shortly after take-off, everyone quietly disperses about the cabin with pillows and blankets, ditches their flip flops, stretches out across the rows and lets it all hang out, snoozing and snoring for the duration of the flight, so that when you get up to use the lavatory (which is often, if you’re a Vodicka), you slalom through an aisle full of bare feet.
But the real upside to a mid-night arrival is waking to view of the place from your apartment on a hill, an utterly spectacular panorama made even more breathtaking by the fact that it was shrouded in darkness when you arrived, and so you open your window blinds and squint in the sunlight and actually gasp in surprise:
No matter that all of our kitchen utensils are lost on a slow boat to China (we’re told USPS no longer ships by sea, but I haven’t given up hope that one of these days, our cups, bowls and spoons will wash up on shore). We will suffer through and order mai tais! No matter that, technologically speaking, we’re living in the mid-1990s, those salad days of MS DOS and AOL dial-up. We will unplug! Give our brains some vacation from the screen! Show Brian’s law school professors who promised, during his first quarter of 1L year, that as a lawyer in the 21st century he would never have to use a book! And no matter that I got knocked-out-cold sick two days after we landed. There is a hammock out our front door. There is a breeze coming in off the ocean. Several boxes of books have arrived. Let the Island Time begin.