On Independence Day, Match 6th, I accompanied my host mom and
uncle to his farm. While we were there we paid respect to the chief of the
village, telling him of our "mission" in his village and presenting
him with a loaf of bread like good Ghanaians should. I was ecstatic to see the
cocoa process in person. Seeing it made me think of one of my favorite
childhood books about two girls, one who lived in Maine and the other in the
tropics. Their lives were related by the trade of ice blocks for cocoa. While I
have no ice blocks to trade, I have traditions, ideas, and smiles to share.
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