Juice (in our drumming workshop hut) - tamarin, bissap and bouye. The best is all three combined.
Mam Binta Fall (my French professor) taking the legumes out of the marmite.
I've never cooked so many vegetables without cutting them first. Saves time, and tastes better.
Keba Mane - Wolof professor and professional musician. Keeps saying he'll invite us to see him perform...it's been two months...still waiting.
Mam Binta and Fatou. They claim they didn't match on purpose. That's the plate of uncooked fish in the bottom right.
Art show the Thursday before we left for the village. It was about a man's travel away from Senegal to foreign countries, the things he lost and the things he learned. The artist had come to our class a few weeks before as part of a lecture. It was in Centre Ville, downtown Dakar, was free, and had food - my favorite type of art show.
The audience stood around the walls of the room, and some of the actors would stand up and wander around telling their story. They're covering their bodies with the blankets because sometimes travelers don't have all the necessary documents and try to hide from the authorities. I went with Abby and Alisa, and fortunately we met another student our age, a Senegalese girl, who acted as our guide throughout the show, letting us know it was alright to move around and take pictures.
Roof of hotel in Thies. We stayed here one night before going to visit the mosque, and before the village Mouit.
A kindergarten style class in the primary school in Mouit - this was Bintou's classroom (Fatou, my "sister's" daughter).
My mother (?) Aida, sitting by the cooking station.
The night of the grand ball/sandy dance circle, on the roof of my village house with Ngone and Astou (two of the girls who braided my hair).
Ndicke, Thione, Astou, Rokhaya, Ngone and Awa, on the roof during my photo shoot.
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