A couple nights ago i went on a walk with my host brother and two cousins around the block. it really wasn't anything big but for me it seemed so special. just to be shown around and casually walk and hang out with these guys that i didn't even know a few weeks ago. we spoke a little english, french, wolof... it was fun.



and the other night at dinner we were talking and my mom and i were talking and my brother was saying that my french was really good... and i thought back to that first awkward dinner when he just laughed at how horrible i was at speaking french... and we had lait caille (kinda like homemade yogurt) for dessert and my mom said i shouldn't have the home made kind cuz it was too acidic and would make me sick... and stephen (my cousin) was like.. nah, shes senegalaise now. it was cool, fine, nice...

on tuesday we went to a daara (a koranic school) on a field trip. 60-70 boys lived there in a small smelly room and spend a good portion of their day beggin for money. it's incredible to me that there are so many people in this world that live completely different lives that i would never even think about. it has been interesting living here and learning new things about life here everyday.

yesterday was Korite the party after the end of Ramadan. it wasn't as big of a deal as most of us thought it was. it was fun at my house though cuz all the neighbors kept coming and leaving food for us. i got to try Ngallakh which i guess is popular on Korite which is kinda like a sweet peanut sauce. i also took some time to make fish balls with my maid... it was really fun and i remember the patience that she gave me that first day when i spoke none of her languages and was horribly butchering the frites she was trying to make...

its so weird to me that i'm getting to know people here and their personalities, people living in west africa, people that i may never see again.