My Crowning Achievement in Peace Corps

It's the Holiday Season

So as ya’ll are all gearing up for Holiday Season 2K10, I celebrated yet another Islamic parade of apologizing, macaroni, and sheep. Last Wednesday was “Tobaski.” It is the celebration of the story of Abraham almost sacrificing his son to God in the Old Testament. Because, Abraham is finally told to spare his son and instead kill a sheep, the Islamic faith celebrates this day in the same fashion. The morning was spent in the same fasion as Korite (the celebration after Ramadan). Everyone donned new clothes, new braids, and new shoes (all of which will last approximately one to two months). We then went to the praying field for a quick session with Allah and, of course, to show off our new clothes. After the prayers, we headed home apologizing to everyone we saw, removed our new clothes, and proceeded to dismember the sheep. If I wasn’t so grossed out by the whole process of it, I think I could have found a new calling in life. ...

I've Seen Leaves of Green...and More

THE RAINS HAVE COME!!! The start of the World Cup has also marked the coming of the rains here in Senegal. One night last week, a huge storm came through, and it rained for over an hour. Unsurprisingly, that rain caused massive joy, gratefulness, and also chaos in and around my region. On my way back to village the other week, there was one part that I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to cross, because it was like driving through a river. That was last week, and it hasn’t rained since. Now, all leaves of green that were springing have become leaves of brown, yet again. It was nice while it lasted, though, except for all the bugs that came with it, but that’s another story. Today, I’d like to highlight the methods of public transportation here, specifically focusing on my trip into town yesterday. First, in order to get to my regional house (Peace Corps has a house in a bigger city of each region of Senegal where we can access ...

Feliz Navidad for the Pulaars

So the other night, some of the kids in my village asked me to teach them Spanish. Well, seeing as my Espagnol repertoire is quite limited, as I haven't studied the language since 8th grade, I had to be quick on my feet, so as to look "cool." As a result, there are now about 20 men, women, and children who yell "chimichanga" and "quesadilla" on the reg in the African bush . A dusk-ish view of village...as a matter of fact, just prior to the Spanish invasion.

Tales of a Thirty-Something

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