Thanks Thelma, we did! Because the country was a former colony of the UK, they speak English there (along with other local languages) which made it easy to get around. We saw plenty of familiar ways of life and some not so familiar. We went to Senegal which wasn't that far away (they speak French there, so I got to practice some of what I'd learned in college).

The sons met some guys their age and went off with them for awhile, then me and the husband met up with them because we'd been invited to one guy's home to meet his family and had dinner.

We went out to Gerald's Center and hung out for a day. He showed us all the work he'd done and was still doing and he cooked a great dinner, made from what he was growing and raising -- (reminded me of my days spent on my grandmother's farm on the Island at home!).

Just like my very first trip, I had that warm feeling of being around and seeing mostly folk who looked just like me -- the way I'd grown up in Charleston before the gentrification creep. it was important to me that my sons got to feel it at least once too.