On 6 March 2007, Ghana celebrated its 50th year of independence from British rule. My Godfather, who is Ghanian, insisted we join him in his home country for a week-long celebration. This was my first visit to Africa, a trip I’d dreamed of for decades. As a member of the African Diaspora, I yearned for the opportunity to learn as much as possible that week of my ancestors. One of Godfather’s friends invited us to his home for dinner one evening. We were treated like royalty. Dinner was beyond delicious, which was true of EVERY MEAL we had in Ghana. What set this apart was having the opportunity to commune with those we’d just met and experience customs first hand. There is something emotionally-stirring and connecting about breaking bread with others.
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Our host humbly brought by a bowl of hot water, soap and a towel for each of us to wash our hands prior to dinner.
My sincere desire is that whenever we travel internationally, we’ll have the opportunity to commune with a local family and gain a greater understanding of customs and cuisine.
While traveling internationally, have you had the opportunity to commune with local families?