Tales of a Thirty-Something

So...I'm home. I'm done. I've succeeded in developing a small, poor, African village in the small, poor African country of Senegal. Ok, so that's not entirely true, but I've had a lifetime of experiences along the way. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I laughed, I cried. I saw birth, I saw death. I loved it, I hated it. Needless to say, it was a whirlwind.  Considering the fact that I seem to have forgotten about blogging for the past 6 months, there is much to discuss. The months of February and March were planked by the national election. The (now former) president, Abdoulaye Wade had been in power for a very long time (as he is approximately 86 years old). As in the Arab Spring, masses of young Senegalese wanted him out. He, however, chose a different route and ran for re-election. There was much talk of political and civil eruption. Things were definitely on edge, as the candidates travelled from town to town to buy votes. Truthful...