Chha cha cha changes

Hey.
So... my internship might be a changin. my supervisor doesnt really believe in schedules or telling me whats happening ever.. so im hoping to change to something new.. im meeting with an american girl tonight who has been in a village near here for a year with the peace corps, she works in eco tourism and if it sounds like i like her organization, i might be switching it up. inchallah.

Life here is still hot. im still sweating everyday, no worries. and my family here is amazing. i wish you all could meet them. Kaba is like my older brother whos probably around 30. i live with him and his wife Ara, Badu, a friend of the family's who is prob around my age; Sidy another boyaround my age, Ndiawar, a boy around 16 or 17 who is like my best friend - who doesnt speak very good french which makes for interesting conversation...; Binetou, my other bff who is a little girl about 10 years old; a little boy, probably 5 named Lamine who is adorable and a big trouble maker. There are the "mom's" Nafi and Hadi and random people who live in the back houses in our complex who i still continue to meet... Kaba speaks pretty good french and Ndiarwar a little but for the rest of the time its Wolof only... so my wolof has been improving but it seems as though my french is slowly deteriorating... and i can no longer really understand the nasaly french accent after being accustomed to the African take on the language.

i'm getting to know the village a little more each day... yesterday eva and i went out to the field with a friend to pick white bissap - which is used as a seasoning. but red bissap s a good juice they make and eva and i found the random house with the fridge that sells frozen bissap in little bags...mmm deliciousness...

i dunno what else. we eat dinner all together around a big bowl, some of us with our hands only, under the stars in our courtyard with the light of a flashlight that usually ends up being my cell phone.

i don't pee at night after dark cuz there's too many cockroaches in there...

um, my senegalese name is Ayesha, or Aissatou, or Binetou... or toubab, obviously.

okay, i dunno what else there is... i'm taking lots of pictures, no worries, so lemme know when i get back if you wanna see 'em.

mucho amor.
ba ci kanem, inchallah

The Toubacouta Life

So im here in Toubacouta... a small village of about 3000 people right on the coast at the delta of the Saloum River.

Things are a lot more chill here. My family is really nice. I eat fish and rice for every meal, shower with a bucket and pee in a squat pot. There is a mouse in my room, my internship is in a protected area that is really beautiful, and i still have yet to have any sort of a schedule. Random goats, cats, chickens, donkeys, toads, etc. wander through the town and even though people here are used to seeing white people - there are a couple hotels here- i still get called toubab on my walk here to the cyber cafe - the only one in town with two computers with a connection that sometimes works - hence the lack of blogging, emails, etc.

My supervisor just showed up. so im off... see you soon.