Whoa, I can’t believe I’m in Ghana! This has been one of my most frequently uttered phrases since arriving here 10 days ago, second only to “I can’t believe how welcoming these people are!”
It wasn’t until I started packing up all of my things in preparation for this trip that it finally hit me—I was about to journey half way around the world to work in a small community library in a remote village in Africa. What was I thinking!!?? I had absolutely zero ideas about what I was going to do once I got to Ghana, not to mention how the hell I was going to make the 20 hour trek from Accra (where we landed) to Sumbrungu (our village). I had no idea what I was getting myself into, and needless to
say, I was terrified. As much as I tried to put on a brave face for the benefit of my family and friends, who were already so worried about me, I don’t think I could hide how nervous I was. During the course of our day long sequence of plane rides from Portland to Ghana (stopping in LA, Detroit, and Amsterdam along the way) the petrified feeling that had overtaken me began to melt away, slowly becoming replaced by anxious excitement. The moment we stepped off the plane, it began—Annie turned to me and in her best California surfer accent exclaimed, “Dude, were in Ghana!”
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