Over the River and Through the Dry and Dusty Plains 

I am writing ths as Chris is sitting on our veranda with the world map chatting it up with a couple of junior high boys. Chris is such a natural teacher. Being in Africa has especially brought it out in him. I decided to take a moment to come inside to do a bit of  writing. We have been so busy lately that I really havent been able to process things or find time to write. During the days we have been fluttering around meeting people and setting up our house. By the time night rolls around I find my eyelids growing quite heavy. Like I’ve said before, something about living in here gives us sleeping superpowers. So anyway, to start, we are finally home!

We arrived in the Upper East a bit late due to poor Chris experiencing a bout of Giardia. He had to go to the capital for a few days to see the Peace Corps doctors. I met him there once our weekend cross-sector bootcamp was over (it was SWEET by the way. We learned about rabbit rearing, shea butter making, gardening, village savings loans, and jam making- Chris and I plan to incorporate a lot of ag stuff at site) On Chris’s third day in Accra, I arrived and he was feeling much better. We got to spend a day exploring the city together. We even found fro-yo! It was a treat. We also perused a real grocery store! It was the first we had seen in three months! The items were too expensive for our volunteer budget, but  you have no idea how glorious it was to see chocolate and cheese. 

After our day in the capital, we began to make our jouney to the Upper East. We took various modes of transportation and all and all the journey took us 21 hours. In hour 19 our trotro broke down. Chris, being pretty much the saint that he is, proceeded to help the driver fix the tire. I proceeded to take a nap.

We have been here 8 days now and are loving it. The freedom after three months of what felt like captivity at times is welcomed. We are also really enoying having a home again.  We are working hard to make it comfy and cozy. Chris is currently building our furniture and I am working on getting the seedlings started for our garden. Our neighbors are so wonderful. We have yet to cook one supper for ourselves. We have equally spent time drinking pito (a local drink made of millet) at funerals while being the primary form of entertainment as we attempt to converse in Kasem, attending church services where we are really only able to pick out words like “because” and “way” as well as getting to be part of the process of building a mud hut. We have an adorable bunch of “groupie” children that follow us everywhere and offer to do things like fetch our water and cook our meals (we haven’t yet denied them of such opportunity;) I would say life is pretty good for us fellas (foreigners)- the new kids on the block.


Carrying this sweet babe Ghana style. It amazes me how he’s able to fall asleep back there.
Chris enjoying his much deserved froyo after putting the smackdown on some giardia

Our house has been swarming with kiddos so we put them to work collecting littered water sachets and then made a jump rope put of it
Hour 19 of traveling and the tro-tro breaks down…


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