So in Vanuatu they call washing your body swimming. The other night I was playing classic Jenny: getting stuff done for others that no one asked me to get but I figured it would be easier then 6 people trying to figure it out. As I was walking up and down the hill bare foot, to prevent falling as easily (note I didn't say not to fall as I know that is wishful thinking at this point), I was covered in mud and walking all around the village. To some I looked crazy; others tough and cool; my sister just laughed and helped me finish my tasks. After, she looks at me and says, "Well, you wanna finish swimming in the rain?" To which I said, half joking, "sure," since by this point I looked like an island rat. She brings me a bucket, soap, and a towel and says, "I think I'll do the same tonight." We laughed as I picked up the container and started pouring cold water on myself. But in that moment I didn't feel cold, I didn't feel sore, I didn't feel any negativity at all. It's like the water cascading over me like a waterfall, aided by the rain, washed away both the mud and stress. It was amazing to wash in the rain and I think it will always be a favorite of mine.
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