|My extended Jaxate family.|
A good African story (but not mine): one of my site mates was escaping the rain with her family including, unbeknown to them, one of their chickens. Upon entering her room a good while after the rain had started she found that chicken on her bed…with it’s newly laid egg. Gross, right?! Her brother just shrugged and said, it’s yours. Eat it!
Yesterday I met Sato. A cultural anthropology graduate student from Japan. He lives in the next village over and speaks decent French, some Wolof (probably good Wolof, but I need more time with him to tell), and some English. With three broken languages and a common love of anthropololgy I had my most dynamic conversation to date. In the end we exchanged numbers and have plans to bond over a couple of (hopefully cold) beers. It is a crazy world here in Senegal.
|My training site-mates and language instructor, Bamba.|