After a whirlwind of anticipation - wrapping up a summer internship on Monday, going home to Boston on Tuesday, and running errands and packing on Wednesday - I finally found myself standing in Terminal E of Logan International Airport.  My passports and carry-on in hand, I waved goodbye to my family numerous times until I finally passed through security.  Ahead of me was an almost 12-hour flight to Paris and subsequent layover before my second flight to Ghana.  Behind me were loved ones curious and nervous about how my semester in West Africa would take shape.  

There I was in the middle of thousands of travelers.  There I was crossing oceans.  There I was, #GoingGoingGhana...