The first step off the plane was a breath of hot, sticky, salty, fresh air. After spending the last 9 months wrapped up in clothes, living in un-insulated buildings during a particularly freezing winter, the tropical climate was literally the warmest welcome. Local musicians serenaded us through customs. Law enforcement wore sarongs and flip-flops. Open-air structures, called fales, allowed us a peek into the everyday lives of Samoans. We drove an hour to the Capitol city of Apia, never going above 25mph because what’s the rush? It was here we decided we could only live in the same climate as palm trees.