TOO MANY OBRUNIS

I am sitting in Heathrow airport, yes on the internet because I am addicted and because I have six hours to kill. A rain storm knocked out our internet access in ISH so I'm just recapping my last few days in Ghana. Saying goodbye is hard. First to my American and Canadian friends as they went back home and then to my Ghanaian friends. Taking people to the airport and last hugs goodbye got to be so emotional, as they marked the end of such a great chapter in our lives. Ghana has been different things for all of us. Some people came for the pot, others to travel throughout West Africa, and still others to meet and bond with Ghanaians on campus and integrate into the University. Whatever brought us to Ghana, I know that my closest friends have been touched by the experience. From counting down the days until we came back to the US to ultimately sobbing at the airport while saying goodbye. Alix you know what I'm talking about. :) My last few days have been great and more relaxed than most of my trip. I went to dance classes, spent time with the Africana boys and even fit in a trip to see the crazy coffins in Teshie in my last hours in the country. It is hard to come home but exciting to see everyone too. I just wish that I could bring my Ghanaian friends home...or better still bring my Americans to Ghana. Being back in the West is already a bit strange. Bathrooms have soap, TOILET PAPER, hot water (well running water for that matter) and hand dryers. Obrunis are the norm and I again am one of the majority although I stick out in my patch pants and jacket. I know that I will be coming back to Ghana within the year so see some really great people and that they will come to see me too. Who wants to come? It is the experience of a lifetime I promise. I will be home in like ten hours or something. Crazy.