Day 14:

Last Friday, we left for Kofi Pare with Pastor to attend revival. It was actually held at the church his parents pastor, so we had a good time getting to know his family.



Mama made us spaghetti with fresh tomatoes and onions on Saturday, since she noticed how little fufu we ate Friday. We keep having to remind people that obronis have really small stomachs; Ghanaians, as it turns out, are bottomless pits. The services were also a generally good experience. They had two each day, and the Saturday night service lasted from 10:30 p.m. until 4:30 a.m., which made it a little hard for us to stay awake. Pastor tried to translate for us when he could, but during prayer times we were struggling, haha. Other than that, we really enjoyed the worship and dancing. Sunday before we left, we went to one of the pastor's homes so he could talk to us about our time in Ghana and pray for us. It was such a blessing to be welcomed into their home. He and his wife even sent us home with a bag of avacados. Woo!

Megan and I took the return trip to Bawjiase yesterday afternoon and filled up on street food for dinner since our cook was off for the day (one piece of fried chicken, two fried plantains, one delicious pretzel-y piece of bread, two onion pies, and two bags of water).

As great as this weekend has been, it's also been filled with awkward moments and laughter, mostly laughter at Megan and me. Friday when we went to bathe for church, I opted to go first. Perhaps too concerned with packing lightly for our trip to Ghana, we didn't bring towels. That means that after every bath, we dress and let ourselves airdry. This system works well for us at the volunteer house. Unfortunately, it didn't quite meet Mama's approval. I emerged from the bathroom with dripping hair and soaked clothes to an audience of Mama, Pastor, Sister Janet, and several other overjoyed Ghanaians. They gave Megan a towel for her bath.

Speaking of Megan, this morning brought us joy as we were on the way to the internet cafe. We did laundry for the first time today, so our clothing options are limited until everything dries.



This means that Megan is wearing a wrapper skirt of pretty slick fabric. She noticed quickly that the skirt wasn't going to stay up too well, and as it became untied, we found ourselves being followed by a highly amused Ghanaian lady who continually turned to other people on the road and motioned at her own skirt, drawing attention to Megan's potential exposure. She stayed back, watching us from the road as we found the most private place possible among some plaintain trees to readjust.

As far as everything else goes, we're doing quite well. Pastor's wife, Martha ("Ma"), is almost finished making us two really beautiful dresses and bags. We're looking forward to having something that promotes the confusion between us even more as we wear our matching dresses to church. We're also glad to be back home to Nancy's delicious cooking. We had no idea we'd miss it so much!

Sidenote: As we're posting this entry, the masses of Ghanaian men in the internet cafe are singing "How Do I Live Without You?" by Celine Dion. It's quite beautiful. :)

We hope you're all doing well. In fact, we hope that so much that we would love for you to comment and tell us how well you're doing. Please. Not gonna lie, it's pretty disappointing to make the long trek to the internet cafe for only one comment per post. It may sound desperate, but that's what Third World living does to you.

This week, please keep us in prayer for:
--Changes being made with the volunteer organization
--Healing for Cynthia (age 13), who's been running a fever for the past week
--Renewed energy for both of us for the time we spend with the kids each day

Lots of love and blessings to all of you,
Megan and Chelsea