The Real Day One/Two: June 12th

Running late, Chauncey helped me load the boxes on the bus I ran home, took a shower, got in the bus and we headed to Detroit. It was a good thing we rode to Detroit and didn’t fly because the there was a thunderstorm. I would have been bitter if we missed our flight again.





We stopped in Amsterdam and I bought a few things (a shot glass and some glass Dutch shoes).






I came off the airport not feeling like I was in Ghana. It was as if I was in the Caribbean or something. I thought I would be overcome with joy but it didn’t happen. Could have been the jet lag. But once we entered the airport I had to hold back the tears a little when I saw “Akwaaba” painted on the wall. The airport was hot, but not too hot. I started realizing how I have taken A/C for granted. We met our tour guide, got our bags and boxes, and started outside. Rucker told us not to let anyone help us with our bags as we exited the airport since we haven’t exchanged our money. People would be expecting a tip and if we didn’t give it there could be an argument. But as so many people came to help us with our bags that it was challenging to say “no.” We finally reached the hotel and it was like a little urban resort. I thought it was beautiful. Probably better in the daytime. And probably because I thought we would be really roughing it. I am very excited that we aren’t. I wasn’t expecting to see as many white people as I did. Probably missionaries or other study abroad groups. I’m not sure if it bothered me. I think it did but not so much in a bad way. Maybe in a disappointing way. I still have to think about it some more.