Jet Laaaaaagggggggg

I took a short nap on the day that I got here hoping that I could then sleep through the night the next day. Little did I know that I would sleep through the night and then half the next day. I woke up on Saturday at 4:30 pm. The whole day or what was left of it was a daze. I was asked if I was tired multiple times. After dinner I went to the market with Auntie Agnes’ oldest grandson and one of her nephews. Her grandson has kind of been my tour guide and has been looking after me whenever we leave the house. At the market I got a phone for here and now have the whatsapp to communicate more readily with people back home. 

The next day I woke up at 9:30 am. I was told that I looked much better that day. As soon as the grandchildren came home from church they asked me to play cards. The night before I taught them how to play crazy 8s and spoons. Spoons is a big hit with the children, they also have uno so we played cards for hours. 

Sunday was also a birthday celebration! I ate dinner with the children and then we celebrated with cake and champagne. The champagne was sparkling grape juice and the cake is not your traditional birthday cake in the United States. It is more like a pound cake, or a dense angel food cake. It was very delicious and I didn’t even miss the frosting, well maybe a little.

I was hoping that the jet lag was over, but my body has not quite adjusted to the 6 hour time change. I went to bed pretty early, I fell asleep around 10, but sadly I woke up around 12:30am and could not fall asleep for a few hours. I was still able to wake up by 8 am and get ready for the day. School starts tomorrow, so I will have to wake up a few hours earlier in the up coming days.

I went to visit the headmistress, but she was busy when we first went to the school, so the second time I went by myself! I successfully made it, and now I will be more comfortable walking to my first day of school.

It is hot and sunny. I sweat a lot, but its not as bad as I thought. One of the children asked me why I was crying last night because my face seats the most. If there is a breeze its not too bad. In general it is a quiet place where I am at, there are random noises that you hear throughout the day such as the speakers from the Mosque during the times of Islamic prayer. I think I am adjusting pretty well, but I also feel like I am just on vacation, not that I will be here for 11 weeks. 

Side note: The grandchildren call me Auntie because it is not polite to call someone older than you by their first name only. 

Also while the people here know English when speaking to each other they use their native languages such as Twi, which is a language taught in the schools. My host family speaks Krobono. I have learned a few words, and have learned that when people refer to me they will often call me obroni which means white lady.