This weekend I...

Was on African television, got attacked by a monkey, drank Starbucks coffee, went to the longest church service of my life, ate Chinese food and chocolate cake, and was told that I look good in traditional Muslim clothing.

I guess I better explain!

On Friday of this weekend my friend Faisal invited me to a program with his dance company called Africana Dance Ensemble. Just so everyone knows, a program is anything you go to: a play, a dance, a concert, a soccer match etc. The dance company is full of awesome and fun people whom I met at the beginning of my trip here, but have not been able to get to know very well, because of schedules, until now. Anyhow, I knew this program would be live at a TV station, but I did not know that I would be sitting in the audience (during their performance) which was also covered by the cameras! My friends danced an awesome and crazy war dance from South Africa. It was completely amazing to watch my friends do such a high energy dance live for cameras, and it was doubly amazing being there to cheer them on and make funny faces with them as they warmed up on stage. My only issue was that I sat next to a man who did not want to watch the show, he instead wanted to talk to me about getting his hair to be like mine (which is to my boobs now) and about what shampoo I use. Thank you Ghanaian man for trying to ruin the moment! After the show, as we waited for the bus to come to take us back to where they practice, the youngest member of Africana at the age of 17 taught me about being a Muslim, and a Muslim girl in Ghana, and tied scarves around my head just like she ties hers. After she tied it she showed everyone in the company my new do, and they all thought that it looked perfect on me. The funniest part was that all the guys were the ones that said it looked so good.

Saturday I read an entire book in one day and felt very good about myself.

Sunday I woke up, got showered (after waiting in a long line for the shower, I was behind Auntie Julie who takes about an hour to shower,) and put on my almost acceptable "church outfit" and went to Holy Trinity with my family. They are always asking me to go to church with them, and I have only gone once before so I thought that I would go one last time before I leave and that would be fine. Little did I remember that service is in three languages and lasts three hours long, at shortest. AHHHHH. After that I rewarded my good church behavior with Mounds (chocolate and coconut anyone!!!) The rest of the day was rather dull until i was pleasantly surprised by chinese take-out, very expensive here, and chocolate cake for my Auntie Edith's birthday and her cousins one year anniversary. We all sang, ate too much and had a great time. Then Kierstin my dear friend came over, we watched American movies, slept in in the morning, made Starbucks coffee in a french press (both sent to her by her parents) and watched the Bank Job. I had rehearsal later that day and nothing else very note worthy.

Monday I had rehearsal for my composition project for class and went to visit Faisal at his shop. It was there that I got attacked by the monkey that was attached to the tree by a rope. The monkeys already hate me, but Faisal convinced me that they would like me if I put yogurt in my hand and fed it to them. So I did so, and at first it was the most amazing thing. And then the monkey thought that I had more and jumped on me, hung from my pocket and scratched me and yelled. I almost fell down the hill, and yelled at Faisal for tricking me. Now I have a cool story to tell, so I guess I should have thanked him instead.

This week I have tests in my practical (dance and drumming subjects!) wish me luck!!!!