July 15, 2010: Cape Coast Day One: First off let me say I am typing this from our balcony, which overlooks an infinity of palm trees on a beach as infinite. You can also hear the children playing and laughing at the nearby school. Right below us is a lot of weathered concrete, some chickens and goats, and some tiny box homes with rusted tin roofs. The air is thick with salt, cooking smoke and a hint of rain --- always a hint; we have yet to experience a full-fledged down pour. Vineta, Rosie, Paul, Ted and I went swimming in the surf, although I’d call it more of Mother Nature’s version of a bitch slapping. The waves and undertow threw us around like rag dolls, but we loved every minute of it. Nothing says beach
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