After walking around a market, we took a taxi to a private beach - Voil d'Or.
The market wasn't like any I'd seen - I wish I'd taken pictures, I was just so overwhelmed. Real, dead meat was hanging all over the place, with flies, blood and people everywhere. The smells were incredible.
But so was the beach. Across the way we could see l'ile de Goree, where we'll be boating to on Friday.
Khrady Aita is 2 1/2 years old and loves touching everything, unfortunately with her lollipop in tow. But, she loves having her picture taken, so it's worth a little stickyness.
We played a card game the other night - more like hiding the cards in the sofa during the constantly playing Brazilian soap opera - and she helped me with my Wolof homework by adding in her own drawings and drool
. This is the view from on of the apartments of another student in our SIT group. I'm learning to love Choco Mousse, or chocopain, which is on the billboard in the background...not that it takes much learning. It's just nutella, but we have it every morning with our baguette.
In addition, my addiction to les pamplemousses is flourishing. (Don't worry, that just means "grapefruits"). The fruit stands here are the Senegal equivalent of the Starbucks in Portland.
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