Ok, in regards to my last post...we did not end up staying at the beach place. They had no kitchen and so we had to get a taxi and go to town. Our showers were a bucket of water, which the staff made a face, when I asked them to bring it to our bathroom. Our toilet had no water. The water that was not used for the shower could be poured down the toilet to flush it. Our lock inside our room was a nail that you pulled down to keep the door from banging open. Our car was parked in someone's home. The mosquito nets had holes and there was no way to climb into bed without getting sand in the bed. Not exactly the restful beach stay we were expecting. So, I called a friend who had a friend and we got rooms to a different place about 2 hours away. It was 5 dollars over our budget but we didn't care, we really wanted outta there. Wait...one more thing...our breakfast, that was included, consisted of us walking to town to buy local porridge, which none of us like, and costs about 5 cents per person. We were like...that's ok.
So, then we headed to our next place and it was a gem! It was on Lake Volta. We had adjoining rooms and a pool. It was serene. It was just what everyone needed. H.E.A.V.E.N. We were so thankful.
We got back to Accra on Monday. I did some running around with Damary because she will be leaving Ghana in September and needed to think about gifts for her family.
We took the bus up to Tamale on Wednesday. Today, Saturday, Damary wanted to do something fun for her Sunday school kids so we took them to a pool. They spent hours in the kiddie pool. It was such fun. We had lunch and then we brought them back home. Something that is not-a-big-deal for us turns into one when you spend it with people who think it is such a big deal. I love when my perspective shifts.
I head to Gushegu on Monday. I am fighting it. I know I need to go but quitting would be easier. Yet, I have come so far, by God's grace and your prayers, I cannot quit now. Keep praying!