Actually, we had, so the Guest House had six rooms. We took up three of them. There was a common room, as well. We had beds. There were mosquito nets already there for us. We had brought our own, but there were some there already. And there was outside of the Guest House, there was a little sidewalk that leads to a patio area which also has the kitchen and the office for the guest house. Like I mentioned, has the people come there and sign their names to the guest book and stuff. And the kitchen, there was like a little gas stove, but again, the gas was very expensive. There was just like a small tank of gas. So one time, the gas ran out and we were cooking on like a little coal burner, so Pat would light that for us and then also outside were the toilets and the showers, but like I said, you know, the toilets---to flush one toilet took a gallon of water and we didn't want to waste the water, since it was coming from the river and people had to carry the buckets of water on their heads from the river to fill up those tanks of water. We needed to conserve, so we were using the latrines, which was fine, and then taking bucket baths, so we were all bathing in less than half a bucket of water, essentially, most of the time. And my roommate and I---this is what I was getting at---we all seemed to pick roommates early on, we didn't know each other very well, but it all worked out perfectly. My roommate and I, kind of cluttered, neither one of us cared---it was kind of like, OK, the stuff's getting kind of, spreading out into the room, and one of the group members so, so organized, and she organized like the shelves in the kitchen because we'd go to the market once a week and buy food because, like I said, we cooked for ourselves most of the time, but twice a week, Stella in town would cook for us, so we'd have the traditional two main meals, but for the most part, we were cooking ourselves pasta, rice, different, like, sauces and stews and stuff, so she organized everything up on the wall and it was like this is the system---come in, this is where all the (and we'd have oatmeal and stuff)---and she was like, these are all the non-perishables, these are perishables, and she like organized everything. And her room was always very clean, whereas me and Kate, our room was, needless to say, not as clean as hers and so, one day, somebody said something to me about bathing or whatever, and I went to my group and I was laughing and I was like, "Oh, guys," ha, ha, ha, "you know how none of us shower every day?" and then, they were like, "I shower every day," and the other one was like, "So do I," and I was like, "Hey Kate, you know how me and you don't shower every day?" and she was like--- because she and I were just like, whatever, like, what---really, if you're trying to conserve water, I don't need to shower every day, it's OK, I didn't get that dirty. We aren't doing, like, manual labor. But towards the end of the trip, like the last two weeks, was jam-packed. That's when we finally started doing some serious work on the kindergarten. We whitewashed, painted---there are pictures of all of that. We ended up painting little like pictures on the walls animals, shapes, fruits, alphabet and numbers and we'd labeled them all in English and (Away?) so, like I said, Chris(oph?) helped us out with all of that, as well, and that schedule was like 7 a.m. to 4 p.m. without a lunch break, by choice, sometimes, just to get, I'll make sure we get all of the painting done, plus we had to meet all of our social obligations. Within that time was the festival happened that during that week, then the chief, you know, met with us and wanted to say, him and the elders all came and wanted to say goodbye to us, and the chief's gathering---oh, man---the chief almost made me cry. And he gave this whole speech about how they've learned so much from us, that we'll never even know, and we couldn't help but say the exact same thing back to them, you know, and it was just very touching to know that we have meant a lot to their community because Operation Crossroads has never sent a group to this community before and generally groups going to this---there have been Crossroads groups there before and there's a project that had been already started in previous years---but we were brand new and that's also why the work schedule was so lax in the beginning because I don't think there was a accurate understanding of what kind of work we were expecting as Crossroaders and our host organization, (Kran?), I think they thought that it was most important to us that we see the project finished by the time we left whereas, really, it was most important that we actually had substantial work and were taking part in the work and interacting with the community and having that cultural exchange because that's the basis of the program. But, so, the kindergarten was beautiful, you know. We topped it off with our names on the walls the morning that we were leaving and everyone was kind of sad the morning that we left and it was mixed emotions, but I was excited because I feel confident that, you know, I'm going to keep in contact with these people. I'm going to send them copies of these pictures, but the one thing that worries me---the postal service there is kind of weird. It takes about two weeks for letters to get home and about two weeks to get there, but while I was there I sent a letter to the group that was in the northern region. They never got it, so within Ghana mail, so I'm, that kills me to know that I could send I might send a package there and they might never get it and how will I know if they get it, because they won't be able to contact me, I won't be able to, like, call them and say, hey, did you get my letter? There were no phones in the community, there were was electricity, not everyone had a light in their house, but there were like street lights here and there and in the little local bars there were lights and our guest house had lights, but walking through the village you sometimes had a flashlight walking around in the night and then sometimes there were community movies, so there was like a big TV in a patio out in the on the street and dirt roads everywhere we were at so traveling to (Lahoy?) to go to the market and the internet and the post office, that was about a 45-minute-to-an-hour ride and if it were on paved road, it probably would have only taken about 10 or 15 and so---oh---and we ride in (tro-tros?). Oh, God. Tro-tros are so much fun. Essentially, it's like a 15-passenger van and they would fit about 25, 30 people inside that van, sometimes five or seven on the roof, so you're sitting in there, cramped. You sit in this seat that's meant for, like, three people. You know, it's understandable, because you're fourth person in there, you're like, OK, it's kind of cozy. Push another person in there. All right, getting kind of cramped. Another person. No, I know they're not going to try to fit that person in here. Pretty soon, there are people---oh, man---there are mothers with, you know, babies on their laps and stuff and everybody's pretty comfortable in there, cramped in. You're hitting bumps and potholes and trying not to hit your head on the ceiling and if you're too close to the window, the grass on the side whips you on the arm. I loved those rides. I thought they were hysterical all the time. One time, we were in there, and I was sitting on the window with my arm hanging out the window and the guy was like, "Excuse me, excuse me,", taps my arm and then he sticks his foot like in the window, climbs up on the roof and I thought, Oh, my gosh, there are people on the roof. Oh, it was so funny and then another time, four of my group members---four of us---we all piled into the tro-tro and we were like, Oh, wow, we get the whole back seat to ourselves, this is great, yes, we don't have to sit next to like, you know, smelly strangers or whatever, because you're pretty close, smelling some body odor, you know, and so we're in the back and we're like yea, this is great, nice and comfortable, and then we hit a bump, all of us jumped up, slammed our heads on the ceiling, like, ah, man, and everyone in the van turned around and like, "Oh, sorry, oh," like they all knew not to sit in the back and that's why the seat was open. So, we were like and then I'm like really, "Oh, God, get in the front, get in the front." And the front seat, sometimes, we'd stop and everyone would have to get out of the front and lift up the seat and dump water on the engine because it would be overheating. And the cars, the cars in our village all of the like the vehicles---there really were no vehicles in our village but, you know, the tro-tros that traveled and then Lahoy, the taxis and stuff---windshields were like shattered, like taped together and like one window was like sewn together with wire and never, ever would pass any sort of inspection in the United States and the taxis are like you feel the heat from the engine like burning you. We would fit, in the Volta region where we were at, the taxi wouldn't leave unless there were six passengers, plus the driver. So there were six of us, we'd stuffed ourselves into taxis and we stuffed ourselves into lots of situations, but when were on our travel week, that was a big problem. So the taxi drivers---we were like six of us---and they were like, "No, too many, too many, the police will, you know, I'll get in trouble," but there were really no cops around the area that we were in, so they were trying to get as much money as possible, fit as many people as possible, but the car rides were definitely funny. Tro-tros and taxi rides, ah, man. You ask them like do you have to pass an inspection? "Yes, yes, we have inspection." What do they check for? Because, like, the gas light is on all the time but, clearly, you have gas. The car was stalling out like four or five times. It was really funny; really, really funny. The tro-tros were great and it's a lot . . .