What a tremendous, memorable and life-changing journey I've had going to Africa for the first time. Most of my fears and expectations came true. I got sick, was hungry, thirsty, hot, homesick and at times felt culturally isolated.
But I also experienced growth in practically every aspect of my life: personally, mentally, physically and spiritually. It is an experience I am so glad I had the opportunity to obtain. I would readily do it again, and I am looking forward to my next trip there.
Since arriving back to the US, I've been experiencing a missing or longing for Ghana. Strange. Maybe it is the people? Each person I met was so giving, so sincere. Maybe it is the experiences? The adventure of seeing and learning so many new things.
Either way-- I opened my heart and my spirit to the people and the experience and now that I'm back I'm already feeling restless. The spiritual side of me, the soul part felt a connection to the "mother land".
Richard, a young man that we met selling sea shells at Cape Coast outside of the Elmina Slave Castle reminded me that we are one people and that I am living in exile. That made me stop and think. We are one people. All people come from the same original source. We are all connected.
Africa is my land, my country and my home. I don't know much about it. But I am learning. The journey continues.
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