has it already been a year?

Last year at this time I was in a disgusting city called Kumasi. It smelled atrocious, it was absolutely filthy, and I couldn't sleep because it was so so loud. Nothing, not the smell, the dirt, nor the noise, could take away from the fact that I was in Ghana. In Africa. I have never regretted going on that adventure -- it was worth the time, the money, and being apart from my love. A year ago. I can't believe how quickly that went. 

A year ago I was jumping down a red dirt road after visiting a small village.

I was surrounded by another village of amazing women dancing and singing for us. 

I was weighing babies in a door frame on the outskirts of town.

I was carrying water sachets (that tasted like dirt) on my head.

I was fascinated by Ghanaian history.

I was surrounded by lively and beautiful children.

I had gorgeous little African babies in my arms (this particular little girl had a twin sister... and she peed on me soon after this photo when I had both of them in my arms). 

And I was dancing in the gloriously refreshing rain!

Has it been a year already? My that went quickly. And the itch to whisk off somewhere else it getting more and more difficult to ignore. December 2012 is the plan. Destination still unconfirmed.