Well, our R&R tour at Coconut Grove has come to an end. We have one more night to sleep listening to the rhythmic crash of the ocean and the rustle of wind through the palms. One more morning to wake to a bleached-out sun that rises quickly, clearing the palms to almost overhead before 10am. Perhaps one more walk on the beach with it's craggy outcroppings of basalt-black rock and its daily harvest of sea shells, coconuts, and the occasional flip-flop. One more morning of cocoa-and-nescafe-au-lait (this is really the best one can do for coffee here!).
Even a place as truly lovely as this can lose its lustre when you are homesick. And so it has for me....
So, tomorrow back to the sweaty streets of Accra with its sewers and sellers, and stares. Back to the hotel with spotty internet, daily power outages, and less-than-ideal water supply. Back to Joseph, our waiter, and "no juice" and only jollof for dinner. And all that is OK because it means we are closer to getting HOME.
Erik says he wishes I had some red slippers so I could click my heels and say, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home," and be home before dinner. And despite my tendency toward a touch of wanderlust, I plan on staying put "in my own back yard" for quite some time!
Tomorrow the 3 hour drive...Monday the embassy re-interview...and updates to come!
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Lydia is so beautiful. I fall in love with her every time I look at her photo. I pray that all goes well and you can return soon.
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