|Djiby (2nd from left) and his roommates at Dakar University|
where mom and I went to visit him. He finished his first year
and goes home to Kolda in August.
|Garbage lined avenues of Kolda -|
Mom seemed to think this was picture-
worthy... I'd forgotten what an eyesore
it is, since I haven't seen a trash can in
about a year.
Left: Mom and I got a ride out to S. Fode
The event of May was - my mom came to visit Senegal!!! It was an extraordinarily smooth trip (yes, mom, that really was smooth, by West African standards), and I am really proud of her for not only making her first extra-American voyage, but for making it in Senegal. She escaped the two and a half weeks here unscathed, with not a digestive tract illness or heat stroke to speak of, which is pretty shocking. She learned to say 'jam tan' and 'jaraama' and a few other Pulaar words, and the village folks are still talking about her dancing. (For the record, they still talk about Ian's too.)
|The welcoming committee, complete with bowl-banging.|
|Mom got on a bike for the first time in several decades, and performed like a champion, making it to Kolda and back, and out to see several other villages that I work in. On the last day, I realized she'd been in first gear the entire time.|
|Mom filled a few tree sacs at Toumani's Master |
Farm for a live fencing nursery(retiring to the hammock
a few minutes later, after which she proclaimed that
Senegal was much nicer than America...)
|Sadiouma can't remember the name 'puzzle', but he has|
become a pro since mom introduced the kids to the idea
for the first time. The adults enjoy them too.
|Ansata chuckles as Mom tries to|
pull water in the garden.
|Mom and all the kids.|
|Mafe Gerte (peanut sauce) and|
untu (fish balls) - mom and I concur
on our favorite village meal.
|Ta-da - the toilet. Mom was a great sport |
about the discomforts of life here.
|Demo with Na, and Wopa with Diatou, ready to head to a wedding!|
|Me and my moms - Mom in the outfit I had tailored for her, and Nene in the outfit that Mom had made for her.|
|Trying her hand at laundry. The problem wasn't the|
laundry itself, but the reaching the ground.
|Mom dancing with baby Diatou at the wedding.|
|Sunset over the rice faro.|
|On the way home we spent more time|
at hotels, in pools, on boats, and
being more touristy in general.
|In Thies, Mom finished a classic Peace Corps favorite - a 'Chicken Dibi' plate of half a roasted chicken, fries, |
and salad - and then finished what was left of mine. Not a utensil was resorted to. (There aren't any.)
|We went to mass at Keur Moussa |
(house of Moussa), a monastery near Thies
that manages acres of fruit orchards,
and produces goat cheese, wines, jams, and
|The monastery creates both beautiful koras (a traditional|
instrument like a cross between a harp and a guitar) and
beautiful kora music during mass. Here the monks are
tuning the koras in preparation for the mass we attended.
|The chapel at Keur Moussa, with beautiful paintings of Bible stories on the back wall. I loved how in each scene, Mary was obvious because of her bright garment, which looks like it's made out of West African fabric.|
|On her last day, we took the boat out to Goree Island, a place of retention and disembarkation for slaves during the height of the slave trade. It is now a beautiful town of well-kept up colonial buildings, lovely beaches, and art and craft vendors.|
|The dark history of the island remains palpable in places like the 'house of slaves', a museum of preserved slave-holding quarters, like this prison-like basement. It was really creepy.|