Mongmong (I love that name!) is a village just south of the Guam International Airport that is regularly buzzed by commercial flights landing from Japan or Honolulu at 2 AM in the morning. My job has taken me into over 40 homes in the last three weeks as part of a federal program that replaces homeowners doors and windows with sound reducing doors and windows. Some of these houses are so close to the planes that you have to cover your ears when a plane flies over head for fear of hearing loss. Imagine hearing that every night of the week.
Alex eating a ’star apple’. It’s super sweet and mushy.
The people we have met have all been interesting and some down right hospitable. The crew is made of 4-5 philipinos, 1 chamorro, and me, the only hoale. It is not unusual for us to arrive at a home and some nice old lady has made us banana muffins or fried up some bananas in lumpia wrappers-yum. Everyone offers a drink and many people have made up a cooler of drinks to give us. On the occassion that refreshments are not provided, usually one of the crew has brought a little something to share-maybe pickled green mango or a philipino dessert made of coconut milk and rice flour. The best part for me has been learning a few tagalog words on the sly and getting to try different local fruit hanging on the trees. Sometimes it is helpful to be uninitiated because I can ask what that funny fruit is growing and the homeowners are happy to share their knowledge and their fruit with us.
The other interesting thing about this project is that is proves the old adage, you can’t judge a book by its cover. Guam is so like that. We have learned that you have no idea what the inside of the house will look like by looking at the outside. Little tiny houses in front can extend forever and be massive. Houses, that look like mansions can be pigstys on the inside. And little non- descript houses can be loving maintained and sweet on the inside.
Gwen























