Tuesday:
8:30am-9:30am Traditional African Dance
9:30am-11:30am shower, get life together, feed heavily.
11:30am-1:30pm Colonial Rule and African Response
1:30pm-3:30pm Gender and Archaeology
3:30pm-4pm walk to Twi class. yes, it takes the full 30 minutes.
4pm-5:30pm Twi class
5:30pm-6pm change for dance
6pm-7:30pm Traditional African Dance 2
7:30pm feed heavily.

-Tuesdays are hefty. Today was particularly lengthy because I had a few things to fit into the time period that's allotted to getting my life together. The one task I did accomplish was washing my sheets. This is note worthy solely because the girl next door from Westport was doing her laundry as well, and honest to god the last person on earth I would have expected to be stuck in a shower with (in Ghana), sharing laundry-in-a-bucket techniques with, would be someone from fing Staples high school. Seriously.

-Men hold hands with other men here. Just cuz they’re friends. No other reason. It’s quite sweet. Most people’s immediate reaction is to wonder why this is such a normality in a culture where homosexuality is an extreme taboo. My friend and I were discussing this and it actually makes a lot of sense. In a culture where the image of men holding hands has implications of homosexuality, any two men holding hands would be assumed to be exhibiting bahvior that "is" homosexual (for the most part). In a society where homosexuality is so taboo and thought (by some) to virtually not exist, there isn’t any implication attached to such an activity so it’s a normal practice that doesn’t faze anyone except those who are not used to it.

-They don't really have much cheese here. I like cheese. I don't miss it too much, though. Just miss coffee.

-Speaking of cheese, the only time I've eaten it since I've been here was this Tuesday night and last Tuesday night because Tuesday night is buy one get one free pizza night at the pizza place across the street. I like Tuesday nights.

-Wednesday night is reggae night at Labadi beach. We went last week. It was fun, but besides the whole live music on the beach thing, it was kind of a sketchy scene. There were lots of “rastas” (a little different from the ones in boudler) there who wanted to dance and praise Ja(?) and marry you and teach you how to drum and speak twi and eventually confiscate your money and valuables. We were warned about them. No need to worry. We stay away from the pretend rastas.