The "something wonderful" turned out to be stuffed roti, homemade by a sister in the ward. Think breakfast burrito, Indian style -- curried meat and potatoes folded into a roti sandwich. It was divine.
After breakfast, Captain Midnight and I walked over to the La'ie Temple, which is literally just next door to Brian & Caryn's place.
We wandered around the grounds, went into the visitors' center, talked to the sister missionaries and eventually met up with CM's mom. From there we walked down to Temple Beach...
Then we had to hotfoot it back to the house... for Friday was PCC Day.
The Polynesian Cultural Center is also owned and run by the Church, primarily to give BYU Hawaii students a work venue so they can pay for their college tuition. It's been described as "Polynesian Disneyland," which isn't too far off the mark. Since Brian works at BYU Hawaii he was able to get us tickets at a significant discount (thanks, Brian!).
So we wandered around and tried fresh poi (which isn't bad, actually -- aged poi, though, is The Nasty), learned about the history of hula and of Tahitian dance, bought some trinkets in the old La'ie mission home on the premises...
Around mid-afternoon there was a water parade where dancers from different islands performed on floating boats.
We took a break from the PCC to go home for dinner, but later that evening we returned to watch the night show, Hā: Breath of Life. The storyline was a little disjointed, but the dances and staging were amazing.
After much dithering, Miss V bought a harvest-your-own-pearl set, and when we got home from the PCC show she and Miss E opened it up. Miss V dissected an oyster for its pearl and wore it proudly on a chain around her neck.
Saturday: circling the stadium and the island.