“Welcome back! Welcome home!”
Where are you from?
How many times have you been to Ghana?
What are you doing here?
Was it that obvious that I was not from Ghana? Did I really stick out like a sore thumb? Either way, each time I was eager to repeat my entire explanation of how I ended up on a plane to Accra, Ghana, thousands of miles away from my home.
Later on, the same man who I made “small talk” with pointed at the window to show me a beautiful sunset, and when we were close to Ghana, I made sure to keep my little oval shaped window open so that I could see what the city looked like at night. After all, I didn’t want to miss my first view of Ghana. As we descended closer to the airport, I couldn’t contain the smile on my face. After a long plane ride, my journey was about to begin.
Before I was able to leave my row and get my first taste of what Ghana was all about, the same Ghanaian man who I had made friends with said “This is your first time traveling to Ghana, welcome back! Welcome home!”
I can’t think of a better way to be welcomed into a country that is so caring. Before I even stepped foot outside of the plane, I knew that for three months, this place would be my home.