Here We Go Again

Well the past day has been a huge adventure for me, which is good. Yesterday after working, I hung out in the room for a while falling asleep cause I was so hot and tired. But then later that night we went out. We started by going to a local pub called Champs to watch the soccer game England vs. Italy (local teams). The pub was filled mostly with British and a few Ghanaians. After that we went out salsa dancing where some of the Ghanaians taught me how to salsa. SO FUN but SO SWEATY. They certainly do know how to dance. After leaving salsa dancing we took a taxi a few minutes down the road to a beach where there was a bonfire and reggae music with some more dancing.
For all of you worriers who are thinking this doesn't sound very safe I PROMISE you I was being careful and aware. I was never alone and always in a large group. I wouldn't put myself in a situation that wasn't safe. The beach party was great because I got to meet some more volunteers, walk in the water, and learn some things about the religion behind Rastafarians (quite interesting, true Rastafarians don't drink). After a long night I arrived back at the house safely and slept.
This morning I went to the orphanage again. There was a lot of licking of my t-shirt and skin from the young ones? Oh yeah and I got peed on yesterday, I forgot to mention that part. I had a little boy named Eppiah today lean against my knees and fall asleep standing up. All the kids got haircuts today so any lice that existed is gone for the time being. I have started to befriend the Aunties (the women who live in the homes with the children).
One thing that I find myself struggling with everyday is how this crap happens to these pure innocent children. When I hold the babies and look down at their smiling faces I can't help but be angry that they are suffering yet there are child molesters, rapists, and murderers living lives of elegance. It makes me sick because every child in the home has to compete for love and attention. There is a boy who came to the orphanage a couple days ago. He is 13 and a friend of mine met him. All he kept saying was I'm from Sudan, I'm a refugee, my whole family is dead in Darfur. And I wonder why I have trouble sleeping at night.
Well I will end on lighter note. I haven't been able to shower in a few days because the area I am living in is having a shortage of water so we do not have enough water to eat and shower. So not showering it is. Good thing I wear sweat well. I am amazed how much I learn each day. My stomach is still pretty upset which I am not happy about so I might wait another weekend to be traveling. Prayers for understanding is what is most needed right now. Hope all is well with everyone, if I haven't heard from you I would really love to! I love getting e-mails from you guys!