In honor of our American roots and the 4th of July holiday Jenny and I planned a makeshift BBQ to celebrate America's freedom. After a long last day of work in which I did very little and said many half-hearted and awkward goodbyes I was excited to come home and celebrate. Jenny had gotten meat and vegetables for shiskabobs during the day and when I finally got back to the house she was on the porch scraping the grill off with a machete. God Bless America. I joined her on the porch and we soon heard rumors from some village boys that the river was coming. We had heard these threats before and even seen the line left a foot up the wall from the last time it had flooded in the Abusua house, but we did not think it would actually happen. Within 5 minutes the entire path in front of my house was flooded. In 10 minutes the water was up to the front of the house. As true, patriotic Americans we didn't let a little water dampen our spirits and we continued to prepare our shiskabobs for grilling and pour 4th of July drinks. Our housemates slowly arrived home, wading through knee deep water to get there. Village kids were swimming in it, much to my chagrin. All of the sudden Simon, the head of the Abusua foundation, showed up at our door and announced that we had 5 minutes to get our stuff and evacuate the house.