Ghana, West Africa

I've been thinking a lot about our trip to Ghana lately. I don't know what's brought on this flood of thoughts. It was truely an experience of a lifetime. While unpacking our house I came across my journal from that trip. There were things that I had forgotten. I feel such a deep sense of love for the Ghanaian people but I also feel a sense of helplessness in not having the power to do more for them. There were many things- conveniences- that I missed while we were there, like a hot shower, not having to put mosquito spray on before bed, and foods, but now there are many things that I miss about Ghana. I miss their slow paced life where people are more important than time. We could wait 2 hours for someone to show up for an apointment because they had to stop and visit someone on their way. I miss the adventure of riding in a tro tro with goats on top, maybe more for the story than the experience. I deeply miss the Mampong Baby's home where I felt like for a few hours a week I could make a small difference in an "orphan's" life. I had forgotten about the beautiful little girl at the baby's home that was detached from the world and so needed to be held, she was the one I would have taken home with me in an instant. I hope that I won't forget her again, and I hope that I can channel these experiences into doing something that will make an impact in the world.