Is Tufts the New Ghana?

Registering for classes on SIS (Tufts' online registration website do-hickey) has become increasingly like registering for classes in Ghana... And I don't like it. One. Bit. I have been trying to look at classes for next semester ALL MORNING and it won't let me see them. It must intuit how desperately I want to register and then thwart all of my efforts. Well, Tufts, you think you can get me... but you can't. I won't let you. I will wait at this computer all day if I have to. And by all day - I mean until my time on this computer runs out. Soooo there.

In other news, I had a splendid weekend in western region at Nzulezo and Benyin Beach Resort. It reminded me a lot of Green Turtle Lodge in that it was on a picturesque tropical beach vacation. I was surrounded by palm trees while I swayed gently in the breeze on my hammock - listening to a little Jack Johnson and Ella Fitzgerald and reading Catch-22. I am, of course, deliciously crispy-pink all over. I'm really getting this burning process down pat. It only hurts slightly and should fade into something of a tan within the next day or two. I'm really trying to end the translucency that is my skin tone before I go home and everyone wonders if I really was this close to the equator for half a year...

Anyway, so we visited the stilt village on Saturday and it was a wonderful hour-long canoe ride to get there. Jenny had never been in a canoe before so she was elated that we got to paddle. I took a short video when we were passing through this magical grotto that I could only describe in terms of being in some sort of fantasy movie. It was sooo pretty. We got to the stilt village itself and it was interesting to walk around for a bit, and pretty to take pictures of, but I'm glad we weren't staying there for our two nights in the area. After meeting the chief and donating something small-small (this is one of my new favorite Ghanaian phrases... in Twi it's called nketenkete. hehe. It's so fun to say!) to their school in the village, we got back on our canoes and rowed home.

So now I'm back to the daily grind of pretending to do work here on campus. It's a tough life, I'm telling you.

Oh, and I'm coming home in 49 days. Holy CRAP. October went sooo fast. I'm actually getting a little sad to leave... Weird.