Good Toilets and Crying Babies

So the past day has been an interesting one. Sadly, I am still feeling sick and it only seems to be getting worse. Because I am still feeling sick I have decided to pass on Cape Coast this weekend and hang around Accra with some of the other volunteers. Last night I went out with a few volunteers to their Thursday night spot, Ryan's Irish Pub. It is the one night a week that all the volunteers feel like they are back home. They serve fairly decent "American food" and have AMAZING BATHROOMS, also air conditioning. The bathrooms have toilet paper, a seat, flush, and have a lock on the door. It was pretty amazing considering the conditions I have been living in.
One thing I am really having a problem with is talking to the other volunteers. I feel like I speak a different language, Brits are soooo hard to understand and sometimes they look at me like I am crazy. We get along great but the communication is hard. Still no water, so I am still very dirty. But I am going to tell you a few things I don't believe I have told you about yet. For fresh water, my host family buys water in sachets. Basically a sachet is a plastic casing holding the water inside. You are supposed to rip the corner off with your teeth and suck the water through. We use this water to brush our teeth as well.
Now I am basically going to list a bunch of facts that I haven't told you yet. 1. Every night when I go to use the bathroom there is a lizard in there waiting for me. 2. The big house I am living in is set up kind of in apartment format a little bit but it is all the extended family of my host family. 3. There are huge trenches (sewers) on all the streets and I sometimes forget to look where I am walking and almost fall in, that is one of my fears. These sewers are where people stop on the side of the road to pee or throw their trash and what not. I know there is more but for some reason I can't think of other random facts. I have decided to work two hours in the morning with the toddlers and then two hours in the afternoon with the older kids because it is too emotionally difficult to spend 4 hours in a row there.
Today I found out that some of the toddlers I thought were boys are actually girls (they all have shaved heads). I spent a lot of time with this girl Efia and she was so sweet. I would tickle her until she couldn't breathe. She loved to be spun around and thrown up into the air. At one point she put her hand up against mine and I saw how tiny it was. I forget sometimes how fragile these children are. Such fragile kids living in such harsh conditions.
Bad news of the day: I got peed on again, a little girl picked up a branch and smacked it across another toddlers face, and my tro-tro took me 20 minutes past where it was supposed to drop me off. The hardest thing of my day was leaving the toddlers, when I had to put Efia down to leave she looked up at me and tears just rolled down her face and she started to scream. She grabbed onto my legs and wailed. I am not quite sure how I am going to leave these kids after 3 months. I might just have to take one home with me. It is hard enough leaving them when I know I will be back on Monday or the next day even. I am still struggling to understand why the world is the way it is. I'll try to send pictures soon. I have to figure out how to do that. Keep praying. I really need emotional strength. I love this country and I love the people but it is hard. E-mail me and ask questions, it makes my day when I get e-mails from you guys!