Guam Research Paper

13.4443° N, 144.7937° E are the coordinates to a 26 mile long, three mile wide island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Guam, is the little island I called home for four years of my life, while my mom served as a Navy Nurse. Since, then many people have asked, “Guam? Where is that? What is it like?” I could spend hours babbling on about Guam, but one word to describe Guam is, “Hafa Adai,” (hello in Chamorro, the native language of Guam). Guam is a small island with a big heart welcoming all who comes, and my family was one of the lucky guests. Living on Guam was like living in paradise. I remember playing on the white sandy beaches, and building sand fortresses next to pillboxes from WWII . I have never seen a more blazing sunsets, that painted the sky, or more beautiful coral reefs, filled with sea anemone and exotic fish. My brother and I would explore the jungle and find old Japanese artillery guns, and buildings that were from WWII. Aside, from all the unique memories I have and will remember my entire life, there was something about Guam that I loved, but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. It was like a missing piece to a puzzle.
He taught me everything there was about the Chamorro culture. He taught me how to cook traditional Guam foods, and introduced me to SPAM. He taught me how to weave palm fronds into, fish traps, rice steamers, and hats, but what I learned most from Señor Guzman was how to accept people into a “village.” He used to tell me, “it takes multiple villages to make a town, but only takes two people to make a village.” This was the missing piece to the puzzle; however, I wouldn’t realize it until my mother was stationed at the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard and we moved to York, Maine, a small town across the New Hampshire