She arrived from Kenya and I stood there waiting at the airport arrival station anticipating every moment. It had been years since I had seen Nia. I was in West Africa, Ghana on a volunteer program to train teachers for one year, and she was coming to visit. I still could smell it in the air, the scent of burning cherry wood. Finally she arrived and we called each other sister and smiled and hugged. She looked taller and her dread locks had gotten longer. This was going to truly be an exciting adventure for both of us. A time to catch up with old and new memories. We made plans to tour Ghana and make sure we would spend New Years Eve on the beach.