Vanuatu

Tanna Island… where everyone knows everyone. Where the words of the family patriarchs still hold weight to this day. Where smoke rises from village kitchens in the evenings. Where post-sunset socialization happens at the kava bars – but only for the men. Where traveling in the back of pickups is the normal form of transportation. Departing from there, volcanic ash lingered on our belongings for days. Tanna: the island that we could talk about for hours.