In picture: Me, hanging out at the neighborhood beach. I’ll be back here often.
- electrical converter/adapter (so far I’ve been borrowing a friend’s to charge things)
- post cards
- 10 liter water jug
- phone minutes
- what time, exactly, is each of the five daily prayers?
- how do you spell the name of our maid? I can be told something five times, but until it’s in writing I might never remember
To do ASAP:
- wash underwear (it’s forbidden to give your under garments to the maid for washing)
- start 3-5 page focus paper on Senegalese cultural values
- organize/take inventory of my cash, figure out what I’ve spent and how much I have left
Things I miss:
- warm showers
Things I don’t miss:
- doing laundry (the maid, every Tuesday, washes, hangs, irons and folds everything)
- iPhone/texting all day
- putting on makeup
- the drink/smoke/bang party scene
Blog post ideas:
- explanation of structure of Wolof language, as I understand it so far
- a day in the life
- my observations about the parallel but strikingly different social scenes
- thinking critically about child labor
- different ideas about time, Senegal vs. U.S.
- Taylor & Andre (met them at the police station getting visas; Taylor works with an NGO, Andre was down to practice Wolof with me and incredibly sweet)
- Noussa Gueyè
- Mahdi (met at bar, young doctor from Tunisia)
Homework for this weekend:
- finish newspaper article presentation preparation with Matthea
- 1 page essay, in French, definitions of development
- 2 page Wolof worksheet
- 8 pages in French workbook
- prepare country presentation – Sierra Leone, Ghana
Things I’ve learned:
- “Dama xiff”, Wolof for “I’m hungry” isn’t something to throw around. The use of the pronoun “Dama” means whatever you’re feeling is serious. Practicing my Wolof, I casually said this on the porch. My neighbor immediately got up, and returned 20 minutes later with a (huge and delicious) sandwich. I really could have waited for dinner, and when dinner time came, there was no way I could admit to my mama that I had totally spoiled my appetite.
- Believe it or not, I’ve lived below about a dozen goats/sheep/big-with-horns-but-I-don’t-know-what-they-are and had no idea until today. This morning I feed them with my brother Papa. They eat, among other things, cardboard box pieces soaked in water.
- The maid’s son is named Saliou.
- Senegalese clementines. Nothing compares.
- be better at living in the moment. I’ve had this really weird attitude about time lately that I can’t remember ever feeling. I am getting overwhelmed with how short my time here is. Every day I dread the end. I keep imagining it being entirely shorter than it actually is, and I stress myself out over saying goodbye when really it has just begun.
- hold short conversation in Wolof by next week
- find a pumice stone or something and get my feet in check
- wake up earlier, enjoy the mornings
Learning French: le sable, sand (After the beach today it’s everywhere)