The best part about being here... kids

It’s now Sunday night, and I am back in the exact same place that I was while I typed last night. This morning I had an avocado, a banana, and some pineapple for breakfast, a hotdog/sausage thing (yucky) for lunch and some vegetables for dinner.
This morning I went to a Catholic Church service with Nancy in a local village. I couldn’t understand the English part of the service nor the Fante of course. It was probably in the upper 90’s and the service lasted nearly 3 hours even after having arrived late. After church, the choir gave Nancy a special concert outside under a tree. Next I got to play with the kids which is the best part about being here. I got to see one of the better schools in the area and it’s pretty simple. There is no way that these kids could use a laptop or have the need for one. They don't have the basic infrastructure to make it feasable. Electricity isn’t reliable, there would be no place to fix the computer if they didn’t work right, and the environment would kill a computer. The kids are great! They held my hands, hair, and clothes, and followed me everywhere with beaming faces always ready for a picture. I like playing with them, but I don’t like being viewed as royalty or a goddess around them. It makes me terribly uncomfortable.
After playing with the church kids, we came back to the house and got ready to visit Susan a Scottish friend of Nancy’s who runs a resort on the beach near Accra. We drove about 40 min East to the chalet and found Susan. Before we left, I put my brown suit on for swimming but when I looked in the mirror, I noticed that the material was all saggy. The elastic in the fabric is shot… it is only 2 or 3 months old. How strange? I am glad that I brought two with me.