I Can't Think of a Creative Title Because it's Too Hot

Wow,
This took me a lot longer to do that I had planned.
We couldnt get onto our blogs when we arrived in Accra (plus I wouldnt have known what to write at that time).
We are now in Bedeku, which is near Ada, doing our language lessons. In the mornings we walk to the school and take Dangme with the older students and then in the afternoon our teacher comes and we learn more. We are a week into the lessons and I still feel pretty useless. I know most of the important things I need to know and we get laughter and happiness when we can respond properly to a greeting but every so often we get one thrown at us and I just shake my head.
The day we arrived in Bedeku, Dinah (our village coordinator) threw four papers into the air and we each picked one. They had the names of the villages we would be staying at. Mine was Bedeku. I'm staying in the village that we are in right now. At first I was pensive about being so close to our village contact (Im literally a stones throw away) but now that I know the people around me and know the area (it's so totally fricken beautiful) Im really really really excited.
I better go because my time is almost up. I might write again at the end of the week with more details or I might not write for about four weeks. Im not sure. But just so you all know, Im healthy, Im happy and though I've already fallen off something that I was climbing (may have been our neighbours gate), I haven't hurt myself yet. This is a record. I've also found some small friends that live accross from us and man, these kids are so FLIPPIN cute!

Peace out for now,

Aryn/ Ouhi Dzifa (Jeefaah)

The Nerves Cometh

I leave for Ghana tomorrow. I can't seem to shake this sick feeling that has settled into the pit of my stomach and seems quite comfortable there. I'm blaming Mervin (yes, I've named the feeling, his name is Mervin) on nerves. Nerves based on the fact that I am leaving for Ghana tomorrow. And although nervous, I think Mervin may also be made up of excitement as well.
I'm still terrified though.
It hasnt really hit me that I just saw my dad for the last time in six months. That I just had my last hug and my last smile from him in a very long time. It will hit soon and it will be interesting.
Not much has sunk in for me yet.
Maria has decided to not join us in Ghana this year. I must respect her choice but I'm still going to miss the heck out of her.
Other than losing one group member/friend, everything seems to be working out for me. I do feel like I can confidently say that I am ready to go to Ghana. But yet Mervin wants me to chain myself to a tree... Really, deep down, I think Mervin is more scared at the idea of NOT going to Ghana... But still, he is a persistent friend who only seems to subside when I take deep breaths.
I need to breath... I'm going to go do that.
I will write again when I am in Ghana.

I love you all,
Peace,
Aryn