real coffee

I didn't think the amazing Ethiopian restaurant could get any better, but then they opened a cafe on the first floor with wifi and real coffee. So yeah, I'll be going there a lot now.
Last week was the end of my homestay. I moved out on Friday and was theoretically moving into my new apartment on Saturday. But someone died - we're not quite sure who - either our landlord, or our landlord's brother, or somebody's brother. So our apartment was in use for someone who came for the funeral. Right now we're staying in a different apartment (much nicer, which is nice because the landlord is paying the different) until tomorrow. We're supposedly moving in to our real apartment tomorrow. But if the funeral visitor wants to take their time, I really don't mind staying a while longer in the new apartment.
Anyway, above is Khrady Aita, the two-year old from my homestay family, posing for some photos.


Abdoulaye Diop, (my father), Oulinata Kebe, (my mother), and Ndeye Marieme Kebe, (her sister).
This is Fatou Diop. She makes sandwiches, juice, omelettes, fataya, french fries and coffee at a picnic table right across from our classroom. She's incredible.