“Luttrell Island,” which Palauan government presented to us was mostly flat soil terrain with short trees and rocks, enabling us to build cottages for a long stay. The local boys used to navigate my boat for me so that I would not hit the large coral reef surrounding the islands. Also, they were the ones, who taught me how to clean, cut and prepare fish, and we used to enjoy “all you can eat” sashimi party.
While Palau is republic, they still have a traditional “Tribe Chief” system. When we were expecting our first baby, Chief of a tribe near the capital Koror invited us to a special ceremony wishing me for a safe and easy delivery. They gave me a necklace made of their tribes ancient coins, which I hope to have my grandchildren pass down to many generations to come.
My late husband Guy Luttrell was an entrepreneur, who built the world’s largest coconut oil plant in Republic of Palau, and was called “Coconut King of the Pacific.” I was PR director in Tokyo, when we met in Guam, and after a long-distance relationship, we became engaged, and my life in Palau started.