April has been such a strange month weather-wise. We got a lot of snow at the beginning of the month and now that it’s warmed up it’s been hot. It feels like the summer months, when I start to pull out clothes from Senegal that I wear to lounge around the house in.
This weekend I also attended a party hosted by friends who lived in Africa for awhile. They didn’t live in Senegal, but while we were talking I realized that the feelings that my friend described about the country she lived were the same feelings that I have for Senegal.
Some of you may know that after I graduated high school I spent nearly three months in Dakar, Senegal and the country captured my heart. I tortured myself with two and half years of French during college so that I won’t need translators when I’m out in Dakar if I ever go back. I still think of Senegal regularly and wistfully and looking at these pictures….
I want to go back!
(Just not when it’s hot. Because when it’s hot, it’s hot. I’m talking, I’d put eyeliner on in the morning and a few hours later it would be completely gone. Not a trace, not a smudge. And it was suffocating to sleep with the mosquito net. And by the time I left you could see my footprint on my flip flops, which I thought was pretty cool because I saw the same thing on the flip flops of the people who had lived there for years, so I actually kept that pair of flip flops for awhile.)
Since some people have asked me to talk about my experience in Senegal (*cough*Tara*cough*) I thought I’d share some pictures. This probably isn’t quite what you were looking for, but it’s a start.
One day I was able to slip out of the city to go to a village. I would have loved to spend more time there.
[I believe the last picture is of a plant that was a victim of locusts.]
One of my favorite outings was to a game park, where the animals were able to roam. It was amazing to be near all of these animals.
[When we were standing by the water, the guide looked at the water buffalo and asked if I could run in flip flops. I never figured out if he was kidding or not.]
[I fell in love with rhinos that day. Also, I was in a truck, so no need to run. :)]
I visited the western most point of continental Africa.
And returned there when a friend swam from Dakar to Goree Island
. I don’t have any pictures from the island, though.
When I returned home, my hair was in braids and my hands were covered in henna. I was also wearing pants made with African fabric. At the airport, I saw my parents waiting for me as I made my way to baggage claim but I actually had to walk up to them for them to realize it was me.
[After two weeks of braids, my dad took them out and this is what my hair looked like.]
So, there’s a little glimpse of my time in Senegal. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go look at airplane tickets.