Site… it’s here… the two years has started. All the new PCV’s said the good byes, wished everyone luck, and partnered up with others that are in the same area (aka our new best friends) to make the long and exhausting trip to our sites.

It was another days of traveling for 14 hours in buses, tros and taxis to get to site. Hauling way too heavy of bags, and sitting crammed into spots that I don’t wish upon anyone… ever! (unless you of course come to visit me in Ghana)

My last tro ride was pretty uneventful until we passed the last big town and hit the final stretch to Kute, and the questions started rolling…

“Yevu (white person in Ewe) where you go?”

“Brother I’m going to Kute”

“Why you go to Kute?”

“I’m a Peace Corps Volunteer (first proud moment that I can call me self a volunteer), I have come to work on the Environment (so they say).

“Achhhhhh, why?” (very typical response to anything)

“Why not…?”

“Yevu what is your name?”

“My name is Molly.”

“Mawlie… ahhh you are Gods gift to us” (if only that were the case, rather my name is pronounced the same way that “Gods Gift” in Ewe is pronounced.)

“Sister you will be my friend”

“Yes brother we can be friends.” (and that’s how its done)

I was greeted by my counter part, supervisor and landlady and all the small boys (I do believe that they are older than me though) that live around my apartment. It was once again raining (I keep telling myself that rain is a blessing in Ghana upon arrival) as I walked ‘home.’