We made it to Ghana, and because we are all together, it is home. Actually, it feels like it, after nine months in Limbo in Grand Rapids. Tis Thursday night as I write, I'm still a bit sleepy, but we started Day 1 of our time in Ghana on the run from sunup to sundown getting some of the things we'll need to get up to speed. But more on this settling time later. Here are a few images of the trip. I did not take as many as I needed for some good ones, but it will still paint a picture.
Chicago again. Wasn't I just here three weeks ago? Our friends Tom and Mary Steenwyk carried our eight large suitcases and three bodies to ORD, and it was their anniversery no less. We made it with lots of time to spare.
Our first plane, the one that took us to Franfurt, was an old 747. It was cramped and the packed flight was overnight...
... so the three of us got just an hour or so of sleep each.
At the Frankfurt (FRA) airport, Noah took his traditional sleeping position on the floor. He started really sleeping when we were called to board the flight to Accra. That flight was much nicer, in a new, roomy plane with our own individual movie screen. We landed at 3:15 pm local time, and by four we were united and on our way to our new digs.
Two boring and typical shots of Accra, but I thought you might value further evidence that we are here.
Street bid'ness.
A roomy home-- right now with too much room. The house has a large and open living room/dining room combo, a good sized kitchen three bedrooms, an office room, and a guest room. But oh so empty.
Hannah is still living out of her suitcase and Facebooking like a fiend. By the way, she's already had one marriage proposal from a very earnest looking young fellow as we were out shopping for furniture.
Noah, on the other hand, is a bit of a minimalist.
Together again, two migratory luv burds.
