I woke up early just so I can take it all in. I went outside to find a gentleman watching me. So I spoke “Maakye” or good morning. He signed that he was deaf explaining why he couldn’t understand me. He signed that I was pretty and I signed “thank-you.”
He asked if I knew sign language and I signed to him “a little” so I decided to try and brush-up on my sign language from high school. It was fun. He said we are going to talk later after my group gets back from the excursion of the day. Dr. Rucker came by and I did my best to translate. I wasn’t too bad. He told Rucker he had gotten fat from the last time the studt abroad group was there. I was proud of myself ha ha. Then Rucker and I left to go to breakfast.
I was looking for something different. Food I can’t get in America. The pancakes were different. Good but different. The syrup wasn’t maple but made from sugar cane. It reminded me of my grandma and the sugar cane my great-grandma grew on her acres in the country. I didn’t like cane syrup growing up but from some reason it tastes better in Ghana.
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