In addition to Samoan food (I passed on the taro root), there was also Samoan and Polynesian dance, like this fine fellow:
Or this one . . . um, not a Samoan, but our own devoted pastor, Fr. John Moneypenny, who graciously donned the lavalava skirt given to him by the Samoans and attempted to hula (he would be the first to admit, at 6'4" and all angles, dancing is not his forte)!
This just isn't something that they teach you in the seminary! Our pastor is always the target of jokes by the parishioners that he takes with extreme good humor.