I am pre-writing this as I am sitting on my porch. It is about 5-something in the evening. Thunder is rolling in from Togo, just over the mountains. A few children are playing in front of the house. I know they are here to watch me because, as I am writing this, they keep peeking their heads over the wall that contains my porch to see what i am doing. However, when I lean on the wall where they are in plain site of me, and I of them, they continue to play as normal just saying things to me that I don't understand in the local language and then trying to translate into English for me.

Today was Ghana Indenpendence Day - the 6th of March (the date when I am hand-writing this). My village had a small 'festival' at the football park where the primary school children marched around the field and some groups of adults did too. The chief and elders stand at one end and when the marchers reach him, they salute him. After that festival, I went with some of the women to the next village over hwere their school children (they have primary - high school) did the same. Some of the adults there also marched -- hairdressers, one farmer acted out burning and planting his farm, and another group acted out a priest curing an ailing man.

The woman who I was with, I realized today, is very popular. She greets many people and knows many people. She has a very good reputation (I am gathering) by the way she acts and, being as, she is the only woman on the Tourism Management Team in my community.
It is amazing the things I 'waste' that others find perfectly fine to use/consume. Earlier I made some pasta and vegetables and I threw the vegetable peelings next to the house. The children just brought the tops of the carrots to me asking which piece to eat and then proceeding to eat the stub.