Your sitting at the dinner table, the maid brings out a pail of water and you all wash your hands and dig in, literaly with your hands, the food is lovely, even i liked the fish last night for dinner, the conversation quickly slips for english into another language and you sit smiling. every once and a while your new host father turns to you and says are you okay, yes you answer and the conversing continues...

YOu are walking down the road, it is neither rural nor urban but a strange hybrid of the two, people are yeling, the thick black smoke is pouring out of th eback of most cars and a man hanging out of the side of a tro tro is yelling uninteligable place names at you, the smell is of burning garbage and dust, it is great,

these are jsut tow of my expiernces that have shpaed my early expience here in ghana, along with my good friends from canada who attend classes with...

Today after a nice lunch of beans and plantain banana and fried yam, followed by a few 7.5% guiness we go and have a group dance lessions, this was fun, but we all had troubles getting the real nice rythems of the 2 drums and one cowbell. IT is nice, all things are new it is only the long amount of time untill we all next meet that gets to me, but that will get easier with time, thats jsut how it works.

PEACE and LOVE from LEgon, in Tacobell internet cafe,

ALEX