Normal morning routine: shower, breakfast, walk to class.
Then had a culture and society lecture where we talked about Negritude, which
is a really interesting topic to look at while in Senegal. Then we had a
snack…thank GOODNESS. We eat breakfast at like 7am and then don’t eat lunch
until around 2 or 3pm, and I am so hangry (hungry + angry) that I can’t
function properly. So the snack was great. Guess what it was…?? BREAD.
Surprise!
Then we had Neighborhood Day. I went with 5 other people and
a translator to Le Plateau, which is where a lot of government officials and
the president live. There are a ton of businesses, restaurants, and shops
there. I felt like I was in Midtown, except in a much nicer city with more
greenery and the ocean like 5 feet away. I ate a quiche for lunch and then had
ice cream…once again, so French.
We got back around 6pm, went to visit another student’s
house that lives around the corner, and then came home. I attempted to do work
before dinner, but our little 6 year old host sister decided to teach us French
instead. Priorities. Ana and I would draw a picture and say “qu’est-ce que
c’est,” and Henriette would say it in French and we would teach it to her in
English and Spanish. It was a great system.
Dinner was delicious as always. Pasta and bread. What could
be better? In Senegal, the definition of beauty is not stick skinny like it is
in the US. Plump is beautiful because it is a sign that you can feed yourself.
Pretty sure I’m going to live up to those beauty standards with all these
delicious carbs…
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