Monday, October 11, 2010

Seeing Luzern!

Several of the buildings in old town had the walls painted, mostly up a story or two.

Picture of the riverfront. Building on the left is a chapel.

Inside the chapel. The first non-gothic style I have seen. Mostly white and salmon colors, much lighter, but didn't have any colored glass.

This is the town wall of Luzern. The outside is much more beautiful!

This little pastry thing, doesn't have a pastry at the bottom! The spaghetti type things would have tasted good on bread, a croissant, cake, ice cream - on anything. However, on top of cream? didn't taste very good at all.

Inside the more violent cathedral, but this just shows some of the architecture

The famous Lion in Luzern. Mark Twain commented that it is the saddest piece of rock in the world. It had writing above it in Latin that I really wanted to translate!

Picture of another random church in Luzern. Mostly I like the layers of buildings going on, it happened a lot here. A lot of areas also have the buildings that are all the same height and share a flat front.

Day in Luzern

Luzern, or Lucern, depending on whether you are using the German or French name, is my favorite city so far. After spending 4 actually enjoyable hours on the train Scott and I finally arrived. Coming out of the train station, we found a city map, and a little fair. The music from the fair had me instantly excited and happy. There was a ferris wheel and swings, along with a couple other rides, and a great mood. I was honestly instantly excited and happy to be there, dancing a little bit to the music, and enjoying the river front view that is available almost immediately as you exit the station. The city, right around the river, is beautiful, and has a lot of cool architecture.

We decided that we had 3 main things to see. Based on what we had heard from other groups that visited yesterday and looking over the map. This included first the cathedral, the lion sculpture, and finally the town wall. We immediately found the first cathedral. Two tall spires and with a courtyard for memorials/graves, the cathedral had a slightly different look to it. The doors, as always, were big, but these doors seemed more three dimensional in the carvings actually on the door. Scott had walked through the cathedral a little when I came in after taking pictures. He commented that it was the darkest cathedral he had been in. Confused, he told me to walk around and tell me if I agreed. The cathedral had huge paintings on the walls, one for each small arch-area. The first picture, along with all the following pictures, depicted the suffering of Christ. The pictures included suffering on the cross, during the trial, walking to Calvary, the Atonement, taking Christ down from the cross, and his burial. The first picture somehow shocked me a little. I’ve been viewing these type of paintings, but this one was different. I wanted to take a picture of it, but couldn’t bring myself to do it, as though it would somehow defile what it showed, lessen the reality. The following paintings included some that struck me, others that didn’t, and some that I felt comfortable taking a picture of. The cathedral, by the time I had gone through a few pictures, did have a dark feeling to it. Very different. I agreed with Scott, and we headed out to our next destination.

The lion carving, we were told, was difficult to find, but certainly worth it. After walking down a 30 ft. ‘quaint’ street, that actually was hardly more than a driveway, we were back on one of the main streets and began walking where the map directed us. We soon found a sign directing us toward the lion. And another. And another. This lion could not have been that hard to find! I have no idea how the other group struggled with it yesterday, but we found the lion without an ounce of trouble. The lion is carved into the mountain rock face, and is actually pretty cool. It is over a small pond surrounded by trees and probably benches (or it at least seemed like there should have been benches.) The carving had writing above and below it, which was unfortunately in Latin. I’m really curious as to what it said.

After visiting the lion and laughing a little at how easy it was to find, we set out again. This time we found ourselves in a little pastry shop corner of a much larger store, buying bread. Scott has a thing with buying bread in each place he goes, something that is actually kind of cool. He bought a very dark looking bread while I looked over a span of wonderful tasting, but expensive, pastries. One looked like a little cream cup covered with dark homemade spaghetti. Scott has apparently tried the spaghetti type topping as an ice cream topping. With this encouragement, and a decision to suck up the price I’m in a new country trying new things, I bought the spaghetti thing. Four francs later and a short walk to sit beneath a tree, the spaghetti pastry turned out to really not be very good. The spaghetti stuff had a thick and really horrible texture, though the taste was ok. The cream below it tried to change the texture, but really didn’t do anything to help the poor pastry. The small cream puff and cherry half on top didn’t do much to salvage it either. Fortunately, Scott’s bread was a bit better… though unfortunately, not much better overall. It is a very very dark bread, and had a variety of whole seeds in and on it, and surely a significant number of flours in it. These details were fine. We’re guessing however, that the bread may be a little overcooked, or burnt. The crust was especially thick, and had a bit of a burnt something taste to it. The crust was plain hard, difficult to bite off, and just tasted overdone. The random, and completely unexpected discovery, was that when these two combined, they removed the worst parts of each other. The spaghetti really would have been perfectly fine on something. On a croissant, cake, or really anything. The bread was enough to allow the spaghetti to be a light topping, while it pulled away the bitter burnt taste of the bread. We only mixed the two for a coupe samples, but agreed it improved them both.

On to the wall. It didn’t take us long to reach the city wall. Walking around the outside of the wall was very pretty. The first tower we reached wouldn’t let us in, but the next allowed us a seventy something hike up wooden steps to the upper room of the lookout tower. It was cool to see the draining system that had been built in, and the windows allowing for people to watch, or fight, from.

Leaving the wall, which by the way is really not very pretty from the inside, Scott and I walked around part of old town. The tall façade buildings and cobblestone streets are fun to see. There was a little fair-type setup in one of the squares with what seemed to be small handicraft tents set up for the day. One included a man making blown glass right there on the spot. This was enough to get us to stop and watch, though it ended up not being very impressive as he only twisted the glass into a snail shell like shape. Then we went to the coop grocery store, and bought some cheap food for dinner tomorrow night. Salad, a personal size salad dressing, and more breads. Scott also bought some bottled water which only deserves mention because it is strange water! I can’t tell any difference in taste as he claims, but the water does leave your mouth feeling as though you didn’t drink anything. We found out it has nearly 3 times the number of minerals as my bottled water, and that must be the reason, but its just a strange drink and we kept trying it to make sure that’s really what was happening.

Headed back out, and hearing my fair music again, we crossed another bridge across the river, and I saw one more building I wanted to check out. Not sure what kind of building it was, it looked different than most cathedrals, but like it could be a church or a city/town hall type building. Going in, we found it was another church. Though one much different than any others I have seen in Europe thus far. Instead of the Gothic style, it was a bit progressed from that. Instead of the stone everywhere, it was all painted. The ceiling with frescoes, the walls, all of it; primarily white and salmon colors. Even the area surrounding the organ pipes were salmon colored. I would have preferred most colors over salmon, but the church was very pretty and very ornate. Instead of all of the arches and gothic style halls to either side of the main hall, there were many rooms almost all of them containing confession booths. After pictures and wandering the chapel we sat down to drink our water and apple juice. In addition to providing near-useless water, the water bottle Scott had bought happens to be excessively loud. He was squeezing it while drinking, and the echoes were quite surprising. Even more surprising when he was letting the bottle fill up back to size with air. It was soooo loud. The couple in the room started laughing a little, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little with them. Needless to say, we tried to be quiet the rest of the time there.

Finishing the second much happier cathedral, we called it a day in Luzern, and headed to the train station. The train showed up at 4. We spent a grand total of 3 hours in the city. Though, I must say, it has been my favorite city so far. It is beautiful, simple, had things to do, was easy to get around, and we didn’t actually interact with other people I guess, so we didn’t face any problems with communication (or the lack thereof.) Now we’re on the train ride back, and I am ready for a nap!

Post nap: Woken up by two other members of our group! They're coming from Germany and it sounds like they had a great time. There is so much countryside here in Switzerland! So many cows and farms. Spent the rest of the night just getting home and relaxing. There you have it! One full day! (except that the evening is pretty sketchy.. but we'll call it good anyways.)

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Day 2


On the bus headed to our first visit!! Listening to Defying Gravity. Apparently the Glee version is good… who knows, I’ll vouch for the official CD ;)

Yesterday we went up the cable car to the peaks of the mountain we’re living against! We’re completely surrounded by the Alps, and really, they’re beautiful. The cable can sit six, and you just begin this steep upward climb. The peak offers views of the mountains in each direction. Trees, open green space, and rocky sections surround us. There were a lot of funny poses going on, falling off the mountain, doing yoga on the rocky cliff, conquering the world pictures.

I had the great fortune of being the only one not wearing blue! Instead, conveniently enough, I had chosen to wear (before knowing we were headed up the mountain for a picture session) in a bright pink shirt! I stand out a lot in every group picture. My jacket wasn’t any better, green. And to top it off, it is the first day since those junior in high school days that I’ve worn glasses. Even in high school catching me with glasses on would have been a feat. I pretty much wore them in ap biology if it was a rough day and that’s it. Here, I am on day two of wearing them everywhere.

This is all due to the great blessing of having one of my eyes get infected. This happened in Ghana, and my eyes were struggling for over a month. I thought I had recovered. Something about visiting other countries ;) I’ll be bringing eye drops with me on trips for the rest of my life.

Funny Side note:

I just heard the words “precipitous death” from the right side of me. Landon is recording people chatting, interviewing Jessica Nield. This road is full of turns, many of which are steep, and the road is a narrow two lanes. Travelling down in a large bus, I’m quite impressed with the driver.

I’ve been highly amused at how much Spanish is being used among ourselves on this trip. I think it helps us feel better that we don’t speak French J For my part, I’m having a hard time not using a few words in Twi, mostly ‘debe debe’, and ‘madase’.

Anyhow....

today had cool stuff in it! I've been really impressed how much closer this little group is now even than 48 hours ago. Being here has helped us to come together, at least initially ;)

This morning we had a beautiful drive to the Callier chocolate factory! (where the ominous 'precipitous death' was discussed). The drive of course was beautiful. Its going to get repetitive, but honestly, Switzerland has had nothing if not beauty everywhere we've seen. Actually, it feels kind of like Utah, except more alive, clean, and frankly, manicured. All the fields and plants look perfectly taken care of and trimmed, the paint on the roads looks new, the farms look perfect, the stores/homes all look picturesque and well taken care of. Everything just seems very well done, its amazing.

The chocolate factory had a little disneyland-ish tour. A voice guided us through a different room with the story of the history of chocolate. We started in a jungle, went to a merchant ship, then to a king's court, etc. It ended in watching some chocolate being made, and then a free piece at the end! I must admit, that tour is a great marketing tool. You don't feel at all like you're being marketed to, and to be fair most of the time you aren't. But at the end, the final little video explains all their different kinds of chocolate, which kinds are the finest, etc. knowing more about what chocolate is what - even just a little bit - helps a lot! Otherwise you just sit looking at a wall of chocolate that you're confident tastes great... but you have too many choices.

Also.. in addition to their great little tour and free piece of chocolate.. you then walk into a room with a huge square bar... filled with chocolate samples. Its literally enough that you don't want to try one of each (even though at the beginning you're certain you can handle it). After trying a piece of dark chocolate, I literally couldn't taste the next piece. The texture of that next piece was fabulous. the taste? I honestly can't tell you.

Bar of Chocolate


Ghana meets Switzerland

I was also able to reconnect with Ghana!!! Of all the cocoa beans to taste, I certainly made sure that I tried the Ghana-ian ones. They tasted great! the first 80% of the time before it came bitter. I do think that there's is better though... others were complaining about the cocoa they tried claiming it tasted horrible and that the taste was only getting worse and worse.

Ok, last thing! Gruyere! Gruyere is a tiny little town somewhere in the Swiss Alps, that is beautiful and tiny and quaint! Actually, walking into the little square that makes up most of the little township, I began singing "Belle" from Beauty and the Beast. Just couldn't help it! Cobblestone street, cute fountain with a few flowers around, castle, church, and really expensive little restaurants. Everything is beautiful, and it was a heaven made for willing photographers! I was so disappointed I hadn't brought more batteries! Mine survived, but I had to start being a lot more selective to make my camera survive. Batteries in this little town cost about $9 for a pair of double A's. Yep... welcome to tiny little tourism town in Switzerland.

Just one of the beautiful views

Part of the Castle
Walking into Gruyere!!!!
Does it make you want to sing?

This little town was so quaint and beautiful, but we had to keep reminding ourselves this wasn't Disney's depiction of what its like... this IS IT. So unreal, so beautiful. Then going through the castle was even more powerful feeling that... this just can't really be it! I was standing looking at 4 suits of armor used between 1530, and then 3 other ages (honestly, don't remember when). Looking at it, I just thought... these are cool. No, Lindsie, think... this is not a remake. These are not models. This armor was covering some man in battle in 1530! Same things with the furniture, fireplaces, and art on the wall. This was actually appreciate and used by people living hundreds of years ago. Someone lived in this elaborate room while ruling over serfs and merchants outside. Someone washed their face in this basin and lived a life surrounded by art and tapestries. It was very difficult to try and accept these realities, however, I loved every bit as much as I could get myself to believe!

I hope some rich person really appreciated this tapestry.. I guess more than that, I hope the guy that made this got paid really well ;)


See, can you believe this was used in the 1300s?

The Castle itself

Getting There


Alright, time to begin blogging again! I figure after a couple months, and at the beginning of yet another international adventure, the time for blogging has returned. For any who are concerned, I do actually intend to write on this blog occasionally when in the grand United States of America… just haven’t made that happen quite yet.

I’m currently sitting on the curb at the Utah State Romney football stadium. The home of the winning Aggies against BYU last night, 31 -16. Sorry for any who may be on the losing end, but even when talking about leaving the country, the game is still significant enough to deserve mention.

The bus may be late! We were certainly told to be there by/at noon. The attitude toward time on this trip appears to be that of my old band teacher: early is on time, on time is late, and you’re late, you’re dead. In this case, late means being trapped in a dominant French speaking nations with only the ability to say “je suis Lindsie, je suis etudiant” (I am Lindsie, I am a student.) Now, I’m quite confident your thoughts are something along these lines : Why Lindsie! That’s great! Where did you learn enough French to get by? Or maybe “if I spoke that much French, I would be on a plane tomorrow with no fears! Well, in my head, the reaction is something like this: In a foreign country, being able to identify myself and my own occupation…. Is the last thing I could ever need to express. I’m lost, but I’m a student. Oh, well if you’re a student, we know just what to do with you ;) There are many tales of Francophone (French speaking) rudeness… I’ll let you know what I find.

Ok, fast forward. Sitting on the plane. A bus ride of playing 12-player scum, resume updates, and blink games later, we’re off. I’m sorry to any Y fans, but I have to let you know, walking through the airport with nearly a dozen USU shirts among us – we did get comments about the game, and the respective abilities and efforts of each team. It was a moment of pride.

So, I’m getting comfortable with this airplane thing. After this flight… I think I can, with confidence, say that I have spent 30 hours on an airplane this calendar year. Not quite a home away from home, but certainly a situation in which I am comfortable (except for my knee… which starts acting up after I’ve sat down for the next 10 hours?? Stupid thing..)

Enjoyment of an airplane : the boy behind me getting my attention (through Wicked playing through my headphones) and informed me that I was cheating on my solitaire game!! Ok, so maybe I was clicking for a new game if it looked just too hard… but that’s not cheating, right? J so now I feel a little guilty choosing a new game, and have been playing legitimately, for any who were concerned.

Alright, laying in bed now. Its 11 pm. I left Logan 26 hours ago, and haven’t slept much since.

Day 1

Alright, time to begin blogging again! I figure after a couple months, and at the beginning of yet another international adventure, the time for blogging has returned. For any who are concerned, I do actually intend to write on this blog occasionally when in the grand United States of America… just haven’t made that happen quite yet.

I’m currently sitting on the curb at the Utah State Romney football stadium. The home of the winning Aggies against BYU last night, 31 -16. Sorry for any who may be on the losing end, but even when talking about leaving the country, the game is still significant enough to deserve mention.

The bus may be late! We were certainly told to be there by/at noon. The attitude toward time on this trip appears to be that of my old band teacher: early is on time, on time is late, and you’re late, you’re dead. In this case, late means being trapped in a dominant French speaking nations with only the ability to say “je suis Lindsie, je suis etudiant” (I am Lindsie, I am a student.) Now, I’m quite confident your thoughts are something along these lines : Why Lindsie! That’s great! Where did you learn enough French to get by? Or maybe “if I spoke that much French, I would be on a plane tomorrow with no fears! Well, in my head, the reaction is something like this: In a foreign country, being able to identify myself and my own occupation…. Is the last thing I could ever need to express. I’m lost, but I’m a student. Oh, well if you’re a student, we know just what to do with you ;) There are many tales of Francophone (French speaking) rudeness… I’ll let you know what I find.

Ok, fast forward. Sitting on the plane. A bus ride of playing 12-player scum, resume updates, and blink games later, we’re off. I’m sorry to any Y fans, but I have to let you know, walking through the airport with nearly a dozen USU shirts among us – we did get comments about the game, and the respective abilities and efforts of each team. It was a moment of pride.

So, I’m getting comfortable with this airplane thing. After this flight… I think I can, with confidence, say that I have spent 30 hours on an airplane this calendar year. Not quite a home away from home, but certainly a situation in which I am comfortable (except for my knee… which starts acting up after I’ve sat down for the next 10 hours?? Stupid thing..)

Enjoyment of an airplane : the boy behind me getting my attention (through Wicked playing through my headphones) and informed me that I was cheating on my solitaire game!! Ok, so maybe I was clicking for a new game if it looked just too hard… but that’s not cheating, right? J so now I feel a little guilty choosing a new game, and have been playing legitimately, for any who were concerned.

Alright, laying in bed now. Its 11 pm. I left Logan 26 hours ago, and haven’t slept much since.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Dorothy

Another picture of the most beautiful girl in Africa. Her name is Dorothy.

So, I begin this blog with no idea of what stories or things there are to tell you, though I'm sure they exist. But I think I will simply begin with this little girl. Her name is Dorothy (pronounced Dority) and she just turned 1 last week! In fact, she has the same birthday as me, both according to the 'date' and the day of the week! We are both July 1st, Wednesday borns. I visited her house for the first time last night (her father is Emmanuel, our driver) when Emmanuel and I left separately from the rest of the group. He recently moved into this new home, where he rents one side, while the landlord lives next door. I have been excited to see his new home, and to have another chance to see Dorothy.

Emmanuel's new home isn't quite finished, he's working on it as he gets the money and time to finish things up, and is made up of 2 rooms. The front room has a large couch planted right in the center, loaded with clothes, possibly in some state of laundry. There isn't a TV, but the radio was playing the Spain/Germany game, and no other power seemed to be in use in the house. The back room was larger, has a bed with a mosquito net over it - which Dorothy was lying in - and a couple blankets revealing a small sleeping pad below it, with a pillow. Otherwise, the one wall of the house was lined with boxes, had a small table, and a couple suitcases.

Dorothy was alright for the first few minutes I was in the room, but once I came too close, she began to cry a little. I hate being the scary one! Her dad came and got her, and after a few minutes she was alright with me touching her arm lightly and talking to her. Poor girl, she was so tired, and now had to deal with the stress of some strange colorless creature trying to talk to her. This morning we went around Asofan (the community I'm living in) to check on some individuals to issue them another group loan. Because we were going to be out around Asofan anyway, we stopped by Emmanuel's home again. Today Dorothy was pretty content with having Josh and I there, and after only a couple minutes was alright with me holding her. She is so very sweet, and I hope to see her again!

Friday, July 2, 2010

Republic Day - and Birthday

Two adorable children I live with. Ann and Andy.



Ann with me in the car - headed to the mall on my birthday.

Yesterday was my birthday!! And coincidentally, a Ghanaian holiday - Republic day. Republic day seems to be a bit like our President's Day... you get the day off of work, or school.. but no one really cares about the purpose of the holiday itself ;) Also, it would seem to be a little bit of a 'city' holiday, for those living farther north (generally farmers, and poorer areas) its just another day.

After staying up late to talk on skype and gmail chat (for any who have both, gmail chat seems to be pretty awesome) .. (and for any who wish to meet me on chat, I would love to! Email with me about when! (I would generally be available between 1 and 5 pm, Utah time.) I woke up to Elizabeth telling me she had breakfast! Ghana has a special meal that is eaten only on birthdays, and Elizabeth had prepared it for me. It really isn't a 'breakfast' kind of food, but it is supposed to be the first thing you eat on your birthday. (It is served to the house, not only to the person being celebrated.)

The food is .. mashed yams. Sort of. Their yams here are totally different than yams at home there. They are actually the driest kind of starch/grain food that I ever had. They're kind of like potatoes, but very very dry. Usually when we have them, the are cut into pieces and boiled. The more surface area available to have been sitting in water, the better that particular bite will be. lol. For this breakfast version though, it is more like mashed potatoes, and you add palm oil. (A red oil that is in everything here. I got an entire bowl full if it! With a hard boiled egg. Which seems to e a semi-special food here. Not super unusual per say.. but certainly not a food you eat every day. So, breakfast was alright. :)

Since it was the holiday and we had the day off, I decided my desperate laundry situation needed attention. I did two batches of laundry - this is a couple hours of work - and got them out on the line to dry just as it started sprinkling rain. Fortunately, it only sprinkled for 15 minutes or so. Laundry is a lot of work! The hardest is just trying to make sure you've rinsed out a reasonable amount of soap, without using too much water.

Straight in from laundry, I started heading to my room - nap time!! Free time!! Not to be so. I talked to Elizabeth about preparing food for dinner, including brownies! But apparently this was going to be a lunch affair and needed to be started immediately. I was basically handed the kitchen. Which was kind of fun as an idea, and less fun as a reality. Working in someone else's kitchen, in another country, is hard! Finding the items you need to use, not knowing if all those things even exist here, etc. is its own task! Elizabeth helped me a lot, and she kept me on track, and straight did a lot of it. Using her stuff, timing 3 foods being made at the same time using the same stove, oven, utensils, etc. After learning about, and gaining more appreciation, for Elizabeth's cooking, we had pesto spaghetti, mesquite chicken, and brownies. Good day.

After eating plenty of lunch (I'm looking forward to more brownies when I get home today) I made it into my room for a nap! Which was very nice. I was again woken later by Elizabeth, and told we were going out! So I got ready for the day, lol, finally. (its roughly 4:30 by this time..) I got ready, and even had my hair dryer!!!! I have now been able to blow dry my hair twice in my 6 week stay! My outlet adapter didn't work for it, and last weekend when I stayed with the mission president and his wife I was able to use one they had in the house. They also had another adapter for me to try. I used it for the first time yesterday and it worked!! So I dried my hair, put on blush and mascara, wore my cute hat, and looked a bit more like my American self. :)

Our venture was out to a shopping mall, in an area I haven't seen yet! Turns out we were going to a bridal fair that was being hosted at the mall. It was apparenlty 'full' and we weren't allowed to go in.. which was kind of sad. It would have been cool to see what weddings here are like, how they advertise and get people's attention, idk, all sorts of stuff. We went instead to the Accra Mall, got sugar popcorn (very good) and went grocery shopping at Shoprite! Yep, grocery store, in the mall, and its actually a very very American feeling mall. Its definitely a central location for any foreigners. At Shoprite we saw some missionaries! From Nigeria and Oklahoma, and they're apparently the office elders. They almost came by the house last weekend when I was with the President! Awhile later, actually while we were in line, they came and found me again, and introduced me to another girl who had come to talk to them. Katie! Katie is actually a BYU student here teaching preschool and kindergarten age kids! She's only been here a week and a half, and is looking for a ward, so they missionaries figured we could maybe go together. I'm excited to have someone to be with me! She lives pretty far from me.. on the other side of Accra. The good news though is that I go to church everywhere, so wherever she is will probably do.

Finally, we went to a Chinese restaurant and had some good dinner! It was getting to be very late at night though, and we were all so tired! We didn't get home til 12:30, and everyone pretty much just went to bed. Except me, who wanted to get online and read some happy birthday greetings from home!

So thank you for any who sent birthday greetings!! I am very loved and have been blessed with amazing family and friends. Thanks again!

Monday, June 28, 2010

Auntie Lindsie!!

So.. I was gone for the better part of the weekend this past week, and I guess Ann started missing me. Well, maybe.

Within this family, I have become "auntie" and Josh and become an "uncle". This is a common Ghanaian thing to do... to adopt people as family once you are close to them. There are many, many brothers, sisters, parents, children, aunts and uncles, that have no blood relations at all. They aren't "like my brother" the way we would describe it in the US. A person may actually be introduced AS their brother, or other family member. Which has posed a little bit of confusion occasionally.. but generally is kind of cool.

Anyhow, I have thus become Auntie Lindsie, to Ann and Andy. Usually I am just Auntie, but lately Lindsie has been added more and more :) This weekend though, when I was gone, Ann was watching TV, and suddenly began calling for her mom to come, insisting that her mother come. When Elizabeth came in, Ann started pointing at the TV crying "Auntie Lindsie, Uncle Josh, Auntie Lindsie, Uncle Josh!!" Apparently there were some whites on TV! and... their being white, obviously made them Josh and I. Lol. Either that, or she has translated our names into actually meaning "white girl" and "white boy". Lol. Can't resist but thinking its super funny. She was chanting for awhile yesterday around the house, just calling "Auntie Lindsie, Uncle Josh". Yay cute Ann girl.

Ghana vs. US A Matter of Faith?

Alright... might be a sin if I don't talk about the Ghana/USA game. Right? What true American, or Ghanaian, would refrain from formal commentary on the game?

This weekend I had the chance to spend Saturday afternoon through Sunday afternoon with the Accra, Ghana mission president and his wife. President and Sister Smith. Randomly enough, I didn't actually know Sister Smith's husband was the mission President! I met her a couple weeks ago at church, simply as "Sister Smith", her husband was gone that particular week. Anyhow... I'm at their home for the Ghana/USA game, which they may or may not have watched without me there. After eating a few homemade.. wonderful.. cookies, we turned on the game. Sister Smith and I both commented that, we would be happy regardless of the result of the game, but we were probably hoping just a little bit more for Ghana. After all, we're in Ghana! It would be fun to see the people and watch the Black Stars continue on to another game. Once Ghana is out of the cup, it just won't be as much fun to watch.

We learned though, that, we're not as Ghanaian as we thought. We were both cheering for the US. We couldn't handle watching Ghana score! The game was 1-1 at the finish, but as this is a single elimination round, the tie had to be broken. 30 minutes were added to the game after a 5 minute break for the players. Ghana scored right at the beginning of the 30 minutes, and we became very anxious about the USA matching the score. Alas, it was not to happen, and both Sister Smith and I couldn't believe just how truly disappointed we were. Happy for Ghana.. but really, much more absorbed in just how disappointed we were. Guess it just goes to show you that Americans.. are always Americans. As soon as the game ended we heard horns being blown outside and people celebrating. It was kind of cool, and I was happy for Ghana. :) There were apparently quite the celebrations in many of the churches around Ghana. Praising God, dancing, Ghana flags, etc. I didn't see as much evidence in the ward I attended, or on the streets, which really surprised me! Though there were a few Ghana ties being worn, I didn't hear too much more than that. This however doesn't give me much reason to doubt reports of the celebrations in other churches :)

This morning on the radio commented on Ghana's win, certainly giving the credit to God. They are such a faithful and God-loving people. There were many many prayers for the Black Stars. My bible study group Saturday morning was just a very small part. When I say they were prayed for... they weren't part of a prayer just saying "and please bless the Black Stars." No,... this is like,.. an entire prayer dedicated to the soccer team. :) The radio announcer told a story of a Ghanaian in the US, who asked an American about the game, who knew that they had lost, but then immediately asked about the Celtics vs. Laker game. (How are the playoffs going by the way??? Someone update me!) The announcer was appropriately shocked that the Americans don't even treat the World Cup as being at least as important as the Lakers Celtics game?? The country that wanted this game the most is the one that should have (and did) win. God looked and saw that, if Ghana won, the praise would be His. The large nation who didn't care, vs the small nation who were praying for their team and who would turn the glory to God. In this view, God chose to bless the Black Stars and lead them to victory! A small insight into the faithfulness and God loving attitudes of the Ghanaian people. Go radio!

Ghana plays next against Uganda on Friday! Time to pray some more! Go Ghana, Go Black Stars!

Nothing Better than Monday Morning!

I have to admit, there is nothing in the world better than Monday morning in Ghana. This morning I woke up at 5 (no alarm) took some extra time to get ready, shaved (not speed-style.. always a luxury) and it was basically a typical morning.

The kids were especially good in the car this morning, and Josh's conversation with Manasseh in the car wasn't one we disagreed on! (Usually Josh doesn't know when I disagree with a particular point made in these conversations, I just listen. :) )

I was also blessed to have the "Naman song" stuck in my head.. or maybe its spelled Naaman. This song, a primary bible song, is one that I learned from Ann last week. Here it is, because I just can't help but share it. "and his name was naaman, and his name was Naaman, and he dipped and he dip and he dip and dip and dip and dip (til you say 7 dips) and he came out whole!" Now, apparently when singing this song, you have to kind of bounce and lower yourself as you say each 'dip' and then on the word 'whole' you jump up and throw up your hands! I have yet to see these actions really incorporated, we've only sung it in the car.. but this song is addicting! I am positive I've sung it in my head several dozen times over the weekend. This morning was no different... the song has been running through my head forever!

Aside fromt he Naaman song, Monday morning... means getting emails! I turn on my computer, pray for good internet reception - which is usually best in the morning - and open hotmail! Today's inbox posted a very beautiful bold (9). Now... I know, as I see that very beautiful and large number, that I don't really have 9 emails. But... I also know, with a number as large and beautiful as that, that they aren't all junk either. Some of them have to be real. 4 real emails. :) This is in no way meant to chide, or be against anyone who wasn't part of those 4 emails, but thank you to those who are one of those 4 emails!

Reading emails, laughing out loud at people's comments, then checking facebook and laughing at things there.... its just a wonderful feeling. I am grinning ear to ear as I read and enjoy the little stories, thoughts, and experiences. Junior and Josh are discussing the tragic fall of England in yesterdays game (it was tragic by the way... 4:1 loss to Germany. England got schooled.) Josh and I both take a little flak for the US loss, and I just can't stop smiling, ear to ear. Ya, I was disappointed in England.. but like that matters, I love Monday mornings! Nothing gonna bring down my morning. :D

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Saturday Morning and Walking Asofan

Elmina Castle
Standing in Elmina Castle, the background.


In front of Elmina castle. Yay Ocean! Standing with Abbie.


St. George, or Elmina castle. Founded by the Portuguese in the 1480s. 12 million slaves passed through this very castle on their way West.



Asofan
Welcome to Asofan! Along the 'main road' heading to the highway. Note the beautiful road.. no one wants to ruin their car on that.


The road just 40 feet from our house.

The Beautiful Landscape!! This is what I think of when I think "Africa"

Alright, I am back in the office on a Saturday! At the moment I am the only one here, Emmanuel and Manasseh just left to run an errand, which means I have the internet all to myself! This has led me to try and upload more pictures, even though they may not completely 'fit' with the.. 'conversation' that we've been having. (For lack of a better description.) As you have already noted, my last blog entry also had pictures that didn't really have anything whatsoever to do with what I was writing about, so I hope your patience can hold out!

This morning I had the opportunity to get up really early! (Again.) In order to meet a missionary couple later this afternoon, I needed to leave when Manasseh left the house this morning - at approximately 6:10. Looking forward to sleeping in on Saturdays may just be a daydream that never quite comes to pass! (So far it has happened once...) Leaving at that bright and early hour we drove to a Methodist church in Mamprobi. This is the church Manasseh attends, though it is very far from his home. There are several closer, but this is the church he attended before moving to Asofan, and he prefers it due to the relations he already had with the people, but also because they hold many of their meetings in the local language of Ga. The Ga people are in and from Accra, and is predominant in the area where the church is. Twi then is a language that represents more of the country; kind of a .. more communal local language. Then English is the official language of the country, so schools, paperwork, etc. are all conducted in English.

We attended a bible study class at the church. The members are in groups of about 20 or so, and each class studies from a weekly bible study handbook. Our group only had 5 members this week! We studied a few verses from Deuteronomy and a few from Malachi. The lesson was titled "The Family Altar". It was basically focused on how we can teach our families. From what I could kind of pick up, people generally have 'private time' in which they may pray or study scriptures, and then more of a family sense-group time. The teacher explained that, in order to make sure his wife had her private time, they weren't having group time. It was kind of a different way of thinking of the concept. I guess I just think... you have family stuff or not.. not thinking that the time frame may literally be taking from personal time.

After our class, we ended with a prayer. However, praying for the Black Stars in their soccer game was foolishly left out of the prayer. After this was pointed out, another prayer was offered for the Black Stars. (Ghana soccer team.) It definitely made me smile, and kept me smiling through the prayer, but was something I could support praying for.

Alright, backtracking a little bit.. and moving on to some of the pictures! Three of the pictures were taken from a couple nights ago. (Last night, Friday night, was spent back at home relaxing, and watching the Lion King on TV! The humor.. and annoyance of watching movies here is that, even when watching them on TV, the sound track gets thrown off just a few seconds from the images... so you hear the words, and watch them spoken a few seconds later... it gets kind of annoying.)

So, back to a couple nights ago, Josh and I left the office early to go see someone's shop they had used a loan to improve. He had put in a display counter, some really nice doors, painted the shop, and put in a tile floor. The shop looked great! After watching Josh discuss some marketing and product ideas with Frank (the shop owner) we headed for home. This landed us at the house much earlier than anyone else. Since the gate has a padlock on it... we were stuck sitting right outside the house with nothing to do. So we locked up the car and went for a walk around Asofan! I haven't had a chance at all to walk Asofan, and was excited to do so. I've wanted to take the one landscape-type picture since we got here. Its a view I don't see very often either... usually in the house, which involves... not seeing anything past the wall. Or at home. Even in the car I'm working with Elizabeth to manage the two little kids who are just being held in arms, or playing.. or worse, crying. This particular view though... is exactly what I thought of when I thought of Africa before coming. Rolling hills, colored homes dotting the landscape.. I don't know.. its just exactly what I pictured. I have a feeling this idea came from the movie Hotel Rwanda. After taking my long-awaited picture, we walked to Asofan station - where the taxis come in. Kind of a 'central' location in Asofan, which is a very small community.

There we stopped at a movie shop and I bought some movies! All on one disk, with the script all written across the bottom (I forget what that's called at the moment..) I got the like 6 Disney movies! Oh the comfort of having Disney at your fingertips. Of course, in order to fulfill Murphy's law, the first movie I watched part of, the Lion King, was the one on TV the next night!

We finished our walk by going to visit a client who runs a school. Christianna Amarh. She walked us through the fence from her home, to the school. There are 300 students ranging in age from 2 years old to 16. There are 15 teachers and Christianna who run the school. She is a very busy woman! She gets loans from Kingsbridge to help meet budgets between her family - her husband is deceased and she has 8 children, running the household generally, and running the school. After talking for awhile, Josh and I are thinking we could get some obroni (whites..) who would be willing to volunteer at the school. We're hoping to set up some kind of program where the intern... or.. volunteer.. pays for their own airfare, but once they are here volunteer at the school and receive free room and board. Christianna really likes the idea, and we're thinking it wouldn't be hard to find a willing supply of American students looking for just such an opportunity. I felt kind of torn talking about bringing in computers, etc. because it is so easy to hear the learned... I hesitate to say.. helplessness. Christianna was explaining to us that if whites come, they will get sponsored for all kinds of things. Basically, they will be taken care of and given everything. I want her to have a successful school, and for the students to have every opportunity open to them, but I cringe a little to hear that, once you have a white on your side, its smooth sailing from there. I'm not sure quite where I personally stand on this idea.. its still kind of trying to settle down in my mind. Bringing volunteers though I think would be a good opportunity. And... I think this may have opened an opportunity for me personally to be able to work in the school for a few days toward the end of my internship!! Which would be great.. I would love to get in a school for a few days here!

I should probably add that this is a private school, not public. I really want to know more about how their school system works, but overall don't have too much of an idea. Talking to Christianna the biggest difference between private and public schools is the classroom size. Her classes are roughly 25-30 students apiece. The public schools can get classes as large as 80 students. This is solely from her report, and I'm not sure how wide-spread these huge classes are.. but I couldn't believe it! 80 students. I'm looking forward to learning anything more about the education system I can.

So, that was my night of walking around! Topped off with half a dozen mosquito bites... all on my left foot. Is there any reason mosquitos would prefer your left to right foot? Well, there it is. (And for any who are concerned, yes I am taking my anti-malarial medication.. and this probably doubled the number of mosquito bites I have received here - remember, I was just coming home from work, didn't plan on being out without bugspray!)

This is it for my entry! I'll post this one and maybe start another if I have time..

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Ghana Soccer

A good view of what is happening.


Being scared with Paddy.


Me with the Abomosu interns.

Alright, there are obviously a plethera of stories to go along with the weekend, where these pictures are all coming from, but alas! Only so much time to tell them! Haha. Yes, there are some stories, but mostly its just explaining what things are.

(Sidenote : I was just distracted from my writing by a charliehorse that decided to land upon my leg, causing discomfort.( After reacting, Emmanuel looked at me questioningly. I told him I had a charliehorse -- and he knew what it was!! Go for people who know English here.. they even know the word charliehorse! .... after considering the impressiveness of Emmanuel knowing the word "charliehorse" especially considering that I'm supposed to be helping him learn English.. I asked Ivy if she knew what it was. She won't believe me that the word is even English! and has apparently never heard it before.

Before I even get to the tales of the weekend, I must, absolutely MUST comment on the World Cup!! Ghana and the United States are both moving on to the next round!!!! Both did it with a lot of work, and a bit of luck. I have no idea how soccer-y my readers are, but I should give a short description here of how things are done. (Mind you, 99% of what I have learned about soccer has been in the past 2 weeks. Previous to arriving in Ghana I have watched a few soccer games with city leagues, and only one professional game. EVER.)

The World Cup begins with a few games that don't count toward anything in particular, and are called 'friendlys'. Then you begin the first round of tournaments, there are several brackets of teams, each made up of 4 countries. These 4 countries all play each other - resulting in 3 games for each team. Based on the results of the game, points are given. A win is 3 points, tie is 1 point for both teams, and a loss is 0 points. At the end of the 4 games, each team totals these points, and the highest two scores pass on to the next round. If there is a tie, it is broken by whomever has the most goals scored in the series. Ghana won their first game against Serbia, and Germany schooled Australia. (3 points Germany and Ghana.) Germany was certainly looking the strongest, and the Auzzies looking like pansies.
Second round of games was Ghana vs. the Auzzies, and Serbia vs. Germany. Anticipated results : Germany wins, Ghana wins. Actual results : Ghana and Auzzies tie, Serbia wins. Scores : Ghana 4, Serbia 3, Germany 3, Australia 1. Not too pretty, because Ghana's last game is against Germany! The hardest team.
Final games : Ghana vs. Germany, and Serbia vs. Australia. Serbia is automatically assumed to win Australia, putting them to 6 points, and definitely going on. That leaves Ghana and Germany to compete for the second position. Germany requires a win, Ghana can move ahead with a tie or a win. Ghana... did not start off well. Like 3 corner kicks for Germany in the first 15 minutes. Bad, very very bad sign. It takes quite awhile before a score, but Germany scores first. Ghana never pulls out a goal. Ghana is losing with 20 minutes left of the match, and they keep throwing away the ball to top it off. But, a happy announcement comes from the TV. Serbia is losing... Australia is winning!! 2-0 for Australia with 20 minutes left! The Auzzies could save Ghana!

Turns out, this is precisely what happens. The Australians prove themselves after a horrible start, surprising everyone. With an Australian win, and Ghana's loss to a much more impressive Germany... the scores total the following : Germany 6. Ghana 4. Australia 4. Serbia 3. The tie breaker of goals scored goes to Ghana - and we make it through!!! One would hardly have known that Ghana lost their match for the excitement caused by Australia winning their match. Elizabeth came in yelling from the other room when the radio officially announced that Ghana would be moving on to the next round. She then proceeded to dance around the room chanting about Ghana moving on! There was a lot of excitement around the house!

What can add to this excitement you ask? Why, the USA of course. The US, after facing somewhat similar circumstances, finds themselves moving forward too!! Ghana and the US, as well as the other winners from our brackets - Germany and Britain - will be playing each other this weekend! US vs. Ghana. From where Josh and I sit.... we've already won the match this weekend. We have to support the US, they're our country! and we have to support Ghana - that's where we're living! If the USA wins... we will be very very happy. If Ghana wins... we might even be just a little bit more happy. (Reasoning: Ghana is the only African country left! We're in Ghana - if they win... we get to enjoy the festivities! Finally, the rest of the games just won't be as much fun when Ghana isn't in!)

Ghana is the only African country that has moved ahead, pushing it to center stage for the entire continent, and the Ghanaians are very excited about it. The radio today was even talking about the game last night in a very positive way. "They acted like a unit" and all kinds of positive remarks, despite the point that they lost the game! Yes, excitement for moving ahead, but its funny to see it permeate the discussion of the game itself. If Australia had lost the game the way everyone was expecting... the radio would have been filled with how poorly the Ghana offense played last night. The Australia vs. Serbia game is actually playing today! Haha, I suppose Ghana wanted to watch the game that got them into the next round. Anyhow, Josh and I are in the great position of winning no matter who wins or loses this weekend, and having a team to support in the round after that. (The coming round is single elimination.. so one or the other will be going home.)

Well, half time has past, and its time for me to go! So, enjoy the pictures of Cape Coast and I'll have to write about it later :)


Friday, June 18, 2010

20 Minute Break!

I just now went to buy phone credits for the weekend, and possibly to escape the office for a little while ;) This little task turned into a cool and relieving opportunity to have some time to myself for awhile, and just relax. I walked down through this little market area right behind the office. Someone called me obruni and I called them obebeni back (not an expected response) and they seemed to be very proud of me and kept saying a couple more things as I kept walking. Then just walking through the market in general gives you chances to say hi and how are you to people, etc. The pathway between the stalls is pretty small, so you are always close to people and usually they want to get your attention, even just a bit.

I was going to buy my credits from a guy I met last week, but he wasn't there… his little stand was empty. So I decided to walk the long way back and find some other card selling people (they are everywhere... really. Lol, I need to add one part to that … everywhere, except by the home I live in.)

I just walked down like 2 or 3 streets I haven't been down, but are literally the equivalent of walking 'around the block' that I work on. I got to say hello to people, talk with the little kids, a bit. I met a girl named Abigail. She is 10 and in 4th grade, she 'helped' me find another place to buy credits. (I could already see the stand.. but she decided to help me) she has 3 little brothers who walked with me for a moment asking where I was going (which initiated her decision to help me get there). On the left turn that would return me the street of my office, some more kids said hi, so I said hi back, which actually started a conversation with a woman running a shop who said she likes my 'style” – aka – the style of my dress. I don't know how this style would be any different than what you could find anywhere.. but that's ok. J Her friend was semi translating as I spoke English and my little bit of Twi. The first woman suggested that she would teach me Twi, and then I could teach her English. Leaving her shop, I noticed another shop with soccer balls!! I stopped to buy a soccer ball (the interns up north promised one to someone). I talked with the man who owns/runs the shop and was able to kind of have a conversation about the soccer games that have been going on! It was cool to have something that only a few words can convey.

I think I’ll walk down that street more often…

The Rest of the Dress Story

Alright,... so my dress has now been to the seamstress several times, gone through several stages of.. well, being a piece of fabric, being sewn, and now being fixed. The boys came late to work (Josh wasn't feeling well, but don't worry, he's better now) and so they picked up my dress for me. When we got home, I took my dress and went to see if now.. somehow.. I can actually wear it!

Go in, put on dress, show everyone, be happy. Simple process. This time I actually made it through a few steps! I got in the dress.. still a little difficult by myself, but manageable. I can wear my dress!!! This dress fitting though, is not quite finished with teaching me about getting dresses from scratch. This lesson says : when they widen the waist to let you in, instead of extending the zipper like 3 inches... you lose the body of the dress! It fits, it looks reasonable, but extending my waist was in reality the last thing the dress needed. It was made perfectly the first time - if the zipper had been long enough to let me in. A few extra inches around your waist isn't the biggest deal ever, aside from the little thought in your head saying.. "but this dress was literally tailored to fit me" .. but once you get past that little detail, you know, its manageable. This detail is a bit more manageable though for people who may be a little more curvaceous* than me. Women who are curvaceous don't need things to be quite as fitted to avoid looking.. like it doesn't have a shape. Lol, I am not one of those women. So, the dress is done, I'm actually wearing it even as I type (it is African wear Friday!). It fits, has a few spare inches around the waist that will simply be part of the dress until I get home and find some willing person to pull in the waist and extend the zipper. :)

Special Lunch

Wow! Today was a little bit of a Western world experience! Early this afternoon we were picked up by Stephen Abu’s driver. We were later than expected so Stephen met us and we went on a couple errands with him. First we went to the Supreme Court to get some papers notarized to help a family adopt a little girl! Then he had an errand to the embassy, but we decided to stop for lunch first!

Lunch.. was an especially good treat. We went to a restaurant called Southern Fried Chicken. This place had a lot of foreign food – even Indian and Lebonese!! The treat we decided to go for though, was pizza.

They had about 40 different topping combinations. As we were reading, we came across one that mentioned ‘garlic’. This particular word seemed to have a hypnotizing feeling, and nothing without garlic on it could have possibly satisfied us. Garlic was only available on that one pizza. Garlic, onions, and peppers. What kind of pizza is that? How could we eat a pizza with no meat on it when we finally have meat (that isn’t chicken) that we can trust?? So, despite our wide variety of choices, we decided to be annoying Americans; we asked for another flavor of pizza, with garlic added on top :D we had pepperoni, salami, ham, and garlic pizza. (for… roughly $2.25 more. A high price, but one we were willing to pay.) The pizza was wonderful. We haven’t had real cheese here either, so there were quite a few things we’ve been missing. More important than anything else though, was that blessed garlic. Now why would the garlic be such an occasion, you ask? Well, because Ghanaians believe in one flavor. No, really. One. They use the same flavor for their jollof rice as their soup, chicken, stews, sauces, anything that isn’t naturally flavored, is flavored with the exact same flavor. It’s a spicy flavor, .. It seems like it is made of ginger and nutmeg in it, but I don’t remember the last ingredient. (Elizabeth makes hers from scratch, and told me how she makes it.) This means having any other flavor, garlic, BBQ, lemon pepper, onion, tomato, cheese, alfredo, marinara, taco seasoning, gravy… any of it, would be amazing right about now.

Me and Andy

Monday, June 14, 2010

Comment on Soccer

So.. there is probably no excuse that would allow any Ghanian to forgive me if I didn't write about the World Cup! Ghana is a country that loves their soccer - just like everyone else in the world, except the Americans. The Ghana Black Stars won their game on Saturday!!!!! 1-0 to Serbia. The goal was scored on a penalty kick, but we'll take it. Ghana is way excited about it, especially because the general opinion of the world was that Ghana wasn't much of a threat. (This due to their admittedly poor game with Holland before the tournament officially began.)

Soccer games play each day now at work, decreasing work by 50% or more.... off of an already very lax attitude toward efficiency... :)

Also, the AMERICANS TIED with ENGLAND!!!!!! This, was a very very significant occurrence.The final score was 1-1. Everyone expected England to wipe the field with us! They are a very good team.. they can penetrate downfield quickly and have a strong attack! Fortunately, the American defense had some pretty darn impressive moves to combat it. The word of the night in description of the American defense was "scrappy". Junior was hoping just for the US to score against England; being able to keep them down to one. They were very disappointed, and we were very happy.

Along with all this soccer watching is the same 4 commercials that play every game. I'm trying to find them online, why would a company not post their commercial on youtube? That is a question beyond me apparently, but I don't understand. While I have yet to find the commercials that are playing here, if you replayed the World Cup theme song about 70 times a day, you would have a feeling of living in Ghana right now. Fortunately, I like the song, a lot. If you for some reason have not heard it (ok, let's be honest, if I were in the US right now, I would not have heard it) then listen to it!! here's the youtube link -

Listen, love it, enjoy.

My Ward in Ghana

The church is such a wonderful organization! This week I attended yet another new ward (first week was the Jonestown branch, second week visiting in Abomosu, third week attended a Methodist meeting). This ward meets by the temple (same place as the Jonestown branch) and was a boost to my spirits today. The first branch I attended with was quite small, and while one woman did talk with me for a few minutes, I certainly felt like a stranger. The blessing of a ward who is open and inviting is huge. No wonder the prophets urge us to befriend each other. To reach out to new members of the ward. I now feel like I have a ward family here, and look forward to meeting with these brothers and sisters again.

Today was quite an unusual day in the ward. It started with having 8 confirmations. EIGHT!!! Most of them were sisters, and dressed in white dresses with simple designs. This ward was just split, and is continuing to grow – but even the ward itself commented that 8 confirmations in one day was a new experience. Beyond many new members, there were so many Obroni!! (Non-black, we interpret it as ‘white’, but really they include Asians, Latinos, Europeans… anyone not black.) There is a very young couple with a little boy who work at the US Embassy, a mother and daughter who moved to Ghana with their husband/father’s work and plan to be here for several years, a missionary, and I think 8 couple missionaries/temple presidency. It was very strange to have so many whites. Interestingly enough, the strangest phenomenon of having so many whites was actually the little boy (probably 6-9 months). Occassionally we see whites.. but they are always adults. The sight of a white child was just so unusual. Even to me. I guess I’ve adapted to the ‘black everywhere’ idea much much more than I had thought. I am still surprised at how everyone here is black, it just seems like too much… yet when I see whites they just don’t seem to fit in the picture anymore either!

After sitting with one of the sister missionaries, talking between meetings, sitting with the mother and daughter in relief society, and talking after church – I have a number of contacts and friends.

The relief society president – Peggy – is actually the sister of Stephen Abu, the family the Abomosu interns are living with. This means I have already met Peggy, and actually talked with her through a 2 hour car ride to Abomosu. I was surprised that of all wards, I was in hers! She is very sweet, has two young boys (… 10 and 7? ish?) and it felt so wonderful to recognize a local! I wasn’t very trusting of my senses initially, but there she was.

Sister Smith is the sister missionary I sat next to during sacrament meeting. She once lived in Utah, and knows Farmington! (Such a simple, but good feeling.) She is on what sounds like her second mission in Ghana. We now both have each other’s contact information, and I am invited to stay at their apartment on weekends. The apartment is just a block or so from the temple, but it would be so wonderful to do things with some of the women of the church. This gives me a great alternative to going out with ‘the guys’ on the Friday nights that we stay in Accra. She also explained where I can buy more Book of Mormons! (Sorry for anyone who is concerned about where the “S” is on that phrase..) I brought my quad, and then the single Book of Mormon that I gave out a week ago. I’ve been missing having a Book of Mormon separate from my quad.. and may be hoping to get the chance to give out another.

The mother and daughter, Tina and Brooke, were actually visiting the ward as well. They live in Kenyasi, close to the gold mines. Tina’s husband works for the mines and is teaching local talent the ins and outs of his job. They have been here a year and a half and anticipate being here a few more years. They only come to Accra once every couple of months, so I was very lucky to catch them! After today’s meetings, I have been invited to come and stay with them for a weekend. To see Kenyasi and some of the Western Region, and of course spend some time with some Americans. I told them I would bring up a brownie mix and chocolate chips J The only challenge now is finding out how to get there…. lol.

As a side note, there is a lesson I keep learning – well, have been learning for the past 6 months – about judging people by their age. Its absolutely ridiculous! We all have so much in common and should be able to relate and be friends with people of any age, and not doubt their abilities too much. My high school students were fantastic and brilliant students. They have great ability, and there is no reason to try and hold them back. Also, women who are older than us share so much. When the end of the day comes, life is life. We all get up in the mornings, go to work on our daily tasks, try to help those we love, face trials and frustration, and try to move on through life the best we can.

Rose is the final ‘new friend’ to talk about. We spoke after all the meetings while I was waiting for a ride. She learned I am giving loans here through a company, and told me about a grand venture she is doing. She has done microloans in Tanzania before – creating small groups of individuals to give loans to, and help them to improve their lives. (I don’t think that she recognizes this as micro-finance.. at least it didn’t sound like it.) She tells me that when she came back to her own country, she realized how much poverty there is here in Ghana, and wanted to do something about it. She and her husband have created a women’s center of sorts. Its goals include improving women’s health, women’s rights, economic support, and education. They have done breast cancer screenings and education, have made washable sanitary napkins, taught general hygiene, and take any experts they can get their hands on to help teach business practices, and specifically how to improve farming techniques. The surrounding villages are begging Rose to take her program to them, but she simply can’t afford it. These women live out very far from Accra, on the Western border of Ghana, and they do farming. The center has provided all kinds of equipment to help process the foods. From knives to peel, to who knows what goes into making gyree. The women simply bring their raw product, and then put it through the processing, and then can sell it. (This is a huge benefit to even thinking of doing this by hand… which would take away time from beginning the next planting.) One of the biggest problems facing them is that once the food is processed, they have to wait until all the food is sold until they can buy more goods to start the next planting. (Sounding familiar? This is exactly what most people Kingsbridge works with struggle with… except they don’t have to wait an entire planting season to earn their money back to pay a loan.) Rose is trying to fix that problem by selling their goods for them, and possibly loaning them a little bit of money to get started on the next round. The problem is now to Rose. How does she sell all of this gyree? (No real idea what gyree is by the way… except that it sounds like it is made with cassava.) She has to wait for people to come to her and buy it. What they really need, what I’m sure MANY Ghanaians are needing, is transportation of goods. Which is very very difficult on the poor roads, and without a vehicle cannot move the goods anyway. (An example of the roads : her center is roughly 270 kilometers away from Accra – 168 miles. It takes them 8 hours to drive there. Under US roads.. this would take about 3 hours.) This season is especially difficult because it is the rainy season, making the roads even worse. She needs a car. I don’t think there is any way she would be able to get a loan big enough for a car from Kingsbridge. It would simply be too expensive. A car would cost roughly $4,000. They have taken out a loan of that size before, actually even larger, but took 2 years to pay it off.. not something Kingsbridge is likely to add to their portfolio – additionally because the center is so far away making repayment, monitoring, and consulting difficult. Rose told me I will be coming home with her a week from next Sunday to her home – where she will show me pictures of the center, and tell me more about what they do. I’m very interested, but very at a loss to do much to help. Their heavy equipment has all been from donations (from the church, a group within the United Nations, and one other…) and the experts have been paid to come teach by one of these institutions, or come by volunteer. I’m hoping to look at the financial end of exactly what is happening.. and seeing if we can improve business in some way that can allow her to expand. She takes no pay but does this as charity work with her husband. I look forward to learning more.