Okay let me apologize for a few things here. One that I haven't been in contact with everyone as much as I would like. Internet service is dodgy at best in Africa. Second sorry for the nu,erous posts today, but it is a Godsend that Blogspot saves you drafts randomly. Anyways enough of that, I hope you all are well because I am DOING FINE. I absolutely love it here and the people are so nice. My work can be difficult, but it is absolutely worth it at the end of the day. I love these kids already and I have only been here a month.
So desert culture is absolutely amazing. Now technically I am not in the Sahara, Saint Louis is actually located in a region called in the Sahel. This is the closest thing I have ever been to a desert though. The city is so lively, and more so than a lush place full of green foliage. I think its because people here do everything with a purpose, because you can't afford not to. I enjoy it and running here is difficult because of the heat and sand. Which I ironically enjoy, you all know I love a challenge. I strive to be the fastest Toubab in Saint Louis. The sand is everywhere and gets everywhere. Yeah you would hate it Will. I actually don't mind it already, and I think I am going to be pretty upset when I wash the last bit of sand off me when I leave this place. Oh that whole Toubab thing, a Toubab is the name given to White folks here, if you are Arabic you are a Gnar, and if you are of Black African descent you are a Negre. Although my host mom says that if I tan too much I'm gonna go from Toubab - Gnar - Negre. Haha, I told her I don't really care.
I have a roommate now also. His name is Christopher and he is from England. He is 21 and a great guy. I really lucked out because we clicked right away. He is a Toon Fan because he is from Newcastle. Anyways this whole thing has been blessed by her I believe. Everything from my placement to my host mom to my roommate. For the first time in a long time ALL the pieces are fitting, and that just seems odd because I am in such a foreign place.
I believe the people here need the sand, just as much as they chreish the water. It sets them apart from the rest of the world and its a part of them as much as water is. I hope I leave here with water, blood and sand my veins. I don't ever want to forget this place or the people here...
Oh by the way, IT'S VERY HOT HERE IF THE HARMATTAN QUITS BLOWING...
Song of the Moment: Staring at the Sun - TV on the Radio
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