First though -

After touring the schools we went to the park and two Belgian tourists showed up, so I got to go one the pirogue tour of la Langue de la Barbarie again.
Here Fatou, Beatrice and Jean-Paul are walking out on the beach, towards the ocean. It was great having these visitors come to the village - it made me feel like much more of an insider than probably was appropriate. I was proud to say yes, to Jean-Paul, I could speak wolof! He seemed impressed. He didn't need to know how limited my wolof abilities are..


Fatou organized the Sabar - a dance party with a tamtam drummer - to honor the 14 visiting students.
That's a hat I'm wearing. With feathers. It totally matched the green heels I was also given to wear. But the shoes didn't quite fit, and I struggle enough as it is walking through sand in a long skirt, so I stuck to my sandals.

Here are just a few of the many photos taken, illustrating our failure at fitting in and dancing like the Senegalese.

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