Meet, Greet, and Eat...

I left my computer at home, so I will just have to quickly give a sum up of what I was going to post.
Sunday was one of the best days here. It was our first day off the ENTIRE time being in Ghana. I woke up and decided to get culturally integrated with my homestay family. By this, I mean, watch them work while I sit there and entertain them. First, I started off doing my laundry. Again, I mean, I started off doing my laundry and my homestay mother and brother came over and rewashed everything. It's like at home, as a child, I would clean a room, and mom would come back through and redo the entire thing. So after she stepped in, I just gave up and sat there, watching them do my laundry.
After laundry, my brother wanted to make sure I knew how to fetch water. He actually asked me if I knew how.... So, he gave me a bucket they give to the five year olds, and we strolled on over to the bore hole. We sat there, waited for about half an hour, had people point and laugh at the obruni, and finally got our buckets filled. I was offended at first at the size of bucket he gave me, after seeing his massive tub that you could practically swim in, but let me tell you, I quickly understood why he gave me the kiddy bucket when I had a hard time carrying it (on top of my head) back across town to our compound.
By the time we got back, I was drenched in sweat. Therefore, I figured I should take my bucket bath. By this, I mean I fill a bucket and take it to a place with four walls and no ceiling. It is the most amazing way to bath! The outside part, I mean, not the using a bucket. Coming up with ways to not use a lot of water and still manage to get clean is a big obstacle here. I must say though, that bathing outside is one of my favorite things. I might find a way to get away with that in the States.
On my way back to my room, I saw that my homestay brother had a chicken tied up. Of course, I knew he was going to kill it and we would eat it later, so I asked if I could watch. He was surprised that I wanted to, and asked if I knew how to cook. I have told him before that I cooked a lot in the states, but for some reason Ghanaians think it is so interesting when they find our white people could actually do some pretty basic things. Anyways, I got watch him kill, de-feather, and cut up the chicken (meet, greet, and eat?!... or is it meat? ...funny?). It was AMAZING! (can you tell I loved biology?!) Okay, I have to admit, after watching him slaughter the chicken, the meat was not as good. I was not grossed out, honestly, I mean, I ate an apple while he was cutting it up, but it just did not taste as good.
I can not remember what else I had written to post. That was the major events that I wanted to share. We only have one more week of training! It can not get here soon enough! The language test was yesterday and they told me I was the best in my language group (whatever that means...). I was just happy to pass! Next week, we swear in. My homestay mother made me an outfit that I have to wear; it is the same fabric my homestay brother has (matchy-matchy--how cute!).
Oh, we had our language exam yesterday. That was stressful. I thought for sure I was not going to pass. Not like they would send you home, but it would still be embarrassing. So, I got to the site to take my exam, and my tester was late (of course, in Ghana there is no such thing as early or late!). I sat there in a panic till they came. We got situated and I warned him that I was not going to pass. He reassured me that I would, but I still was not confident. About half way through, he asked me a question that I completely blanked on, paused, and could not answer. Did I mention, it is all tape recorded? Yeah. Freak out. Well, at the end, I was supposed to ask him some questions... I asked him one (what is your name?). When he switched the recorder off, I blurted, "I failed, didn't I!" He looked at me, looked at the timer, asked how long I talked for (if you do not talk for 10 minutes, you fail). I talked for 18! And then he told me that I was the best one in our language group. Take that!
To celebrate, my friend and I decided to go to bead market day in the town over. Hence the reason I am online. Next stop: bead market!!! I'll be on the look out for everyone!