What’d you do for New Years? It’s a pretty standard (almost obligatory) question for people my age. In America it usually involves getting dressed up, maybe dinner, and a nighttime of fun. While I love all those things, my New Years here probably trumps any and all New Years I’ve had at home. To begin, as most holidays here tend to do, it got stretched from a single night into a solid week. I guess I should also preface this with the fact that most of the wonderfulness that was my holiday came from the fact that I was out of my village. In the past couple of months, for one reason or another, Saare Boyli has handed me mountain after mountain of frustration. Now, I don’t say this to evoke a pity-party or demand sympathy, but merely to lay the foundation down of why it was so awesome to be out of “Penda Sow”-mode. So the week starts with an evening in Dakar….and Youssou Ndor! We happened to arrive in the middle of the African Arts Festival and he was putting on a free
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