Day 17

Friday May 17^th, 2013

We were up and at it early this morning.  They were knocking on our door trying to get our bags out to the bus.  We gave them our two that were already packed and told them to come back.  No joke, five minutes later they came knocking again.  We ate breakfast and gave them goody bags for all of the workers help.  They were very grateful.  We headed to Accra.  The ride was smooth for the first little while.  I still get a kick out of all the business names and stickers on cars.  They all have to do with God, or something divine.  Like Heavenly beauty salon.  And cars have he lives or to be a man or whatever written all over them.  Driving in it seems like people just live on the interstate.  It would be like driving down I-15 with houses/businesses lined up all along the way selling something.  It is so insane.  I love that everybody tries to make a living, they try to better themselves.  They try.  We got about half way and the road turned to muck.  Dirt roads with deep rivets.  The lanes were non-existent so cars were just one on top of the other.  We saw a semi that tipped over through a turn and spilled it wears everywhere.  We had several close cars of cars just heading straight at us and getting really really close to cars right next to us.  We finally reached Aacra.  I was thinking something---possibly cosmopolitan.  Not the case.  It is still Ghana after all.  There are people everywhere but there are bridges that go over the main highway.  The people dress differently here; you definitely recognize the western influence more.  My cell phone worked, so that was different as well.  I don’t like Aacra as much.  It is an adjustment to go from the slow pace of Kumasi and Mole and come down to the fast pace of the city.  Don’t get me wrong, I thrive on the city, but maybe not this city.  But that could change in a week.  We got back to the Osda house and we had the same room as before.  This place really is nice and comfy.  We went out to the market.  I expected I guess a more mall like experience.  Not so.  This building was 3 stories and just jam packed of aisles and stalls with people selling everything.  The third floor was the fabric store so I got mom, Ashley, Chelsea, and Karo skirts made.  They may hate them. They may like them.  We will see.  I tried right? I got two different lengths and two different waste sizes so they can be adjusted.  I got short fabric for myself so I am going to have those made as well.  People were giving me crap.  And I tell you I know how to pick fabric.  Of course our of all the freaking stalls in the building I picked the most expensive fabric at the most expensive stall.  For 5 pairs of shorts the fabric was only $50 but still—I am ridiculous.  We were waiting around when I felt somebody rub my leg.  I look down and a lady was like “I like your legs.” It was so weird.  We finally left the crazy market and got back onto the crazy roads to drive back to Osda.  Richard seriously is an amazing driver.  He gets us out of pickles and jams like a pro.  When we got back Lisa prepared pancakes and French toast for us! It was so freaking good.  I didn’t realize how much I missed food like that.  We had syrup and powdered sugar.  It was amazing.  Afterwards we set up the projector and watched part of anchorman.  I am really excited.  6 of us are going to the temple tomorrow and we are going to do baptisms.  It will be Richards first time.  I am kind of nervous because I have not done baptisms since before my mission.  Hopefully I can figure it out!