cultural experiences

The first weekend here, I went to a soiree where I got to dance (not nearly as well as everyone here. Oh my word everyone and their grandma—literally—dance soooo well) and watch a bunch of performances. There was one in particular that was really… interesting. Ask me about it sometime. I went to a funeral service the second weekend which was cool to see, although I was super tired and didn’t understand what they were saying since it was all in ewe. Interesting cultural difference—there was a lot of singing and dancing and the “service” lasts all night long. My host dad and I went for the first 2.5 hours. Right before I left, we watched two comedians and a circus type performer do their acts. Let me remind you I’m talking about a funeral service here. Well, I guess it was more of a memorial service? I’m not entirely sure. My host sister told me it was for a chauffeur that died about a month ago. What happens is that if someone dies and the family can’t afford to put on the funeral they wait to bury them until they have the money to do it. It’s been an interesting.