BUURP.

This morning it was cool until 10am. That was unusually wonderful.

Petra and I decided it was time to wash our bed sheets this morning. You should’ve seen them. Any mom out there would look at them and puke because they were so DIRTY. We sweat nonstop and while we are sleeping is no exception. You could see the shape of where we sleep compared to the rest of the sheet. It was a brownish spot the size of our bodies. Apparently washing your sheets every week is a must in Ghana. Mummy Biney had said that to us when we were in Accra, but nothing could convince me more than seeing it for myself.

So, after doing laundry again, my knuckles are raw and in pain.

We went to the market this afternoon. We have a bunch of students who have shops or sell in the market now, so it is always a good time to go and visit them and watch them work! We saw Anita, who had all her tomatoes out today, and Cynthia and her pawpaw’s. Felicia works at an NGO office in town as well.

Watching them at work is giving me so many ideas about what and how to teach them in the business classes!

I accidentally burped SUPER loud when Auntie Jo was in the room...a couple times...uncontrollable, really. I had no idea what she would do, but when Petra yelled, “Carolyn, Gross!” (so that Auntie Jo would know it was me), she just giggled and said, “Oh Caro.” Is that my green light for burping whenever I want?

Oh. And people make a HUGE deal about crossing the road here. The other day, we walked home with the ladies from class. When we got to the guest house, I was talking to them as I crossed the road and saying goodbye. I obviously saw the taxi coming from one direction and the trotro coming from the other, but they were honestly a pretty good distance away yet. There was enough time for me to slowly walk across the street and finish my conversation as well. But no, as I crossed, all of the women on one side of the road, and Auntie Jo and Auntie Julie on the other, yelled “AAAAH!” It was hilarious. And I was completely safe...

They give themselves SO much time to cross the street, and I think it may be because they walk so slow, but it’s hilarious.

When we were walking back from the market, lots of the kids were getting out of school. We were going up the hill towards the guest house when I heard, “Sister Carolyn!”

THE KIDS KNOW MY NAME!!!!! This is honestly the best feeling in the world. I am not “Melissa” anymore, I am not “obroni” anymore. No; to at least SOME of the kids, I am Carolyn. And that makes me smile bigger than I have this whole trip so far.