Les Bougainvillees Saly

... Pulaar or some other something, they will understand and speak Wolof since it is the most common language spoken here. However, that is not the case in my village and I can really only communicate with about 1/3 of the people that I live with. Thus, I attempted to learn a small bit of Pulaar, the hardest language one can learn in Senegal (blah), while in IST. It was hard as heck haha but I did manage to learn enough small bits of ...

... is generally the first thing men over here ask, so we were happy about that! Stayed in a seashell covered hotel with a view onto the sea...chilled out on the beach, met with some of the locals, had lunch at the Jamils house and again just relaxed the whole time! Left on Sunday for Dakar with Jamil leading the way! Handy to have him around as it only cost us about a pound each to get to Dakar which ...

... elsewhere. I have spoken with the girl that I am replacing and she seems to be awesome. I dont know a ton about the village besides that it is really poor and fqr away from everything haha. We are about to enter the starving season and depending on where you live you either experience the starving part of the season or you dont {there are many areas of the country that do not go thru it] From what she tells me there are definitely a huge ...

... myself to speak Wolof and with varying results. We were warned that Senegalese people use a lot of negative reinforcement but so far I haven't been made fun of that badly. I've learned to read the signs: When I manage a pretty good few sentences they say "degg na" which means "she understands". Whenever I screw something up or don't understand a question they say either "fatte na" or "deggul" which means she's forgetten her Wolof. We've all ...

... was uneventful and I arrived a bit early to Grace's house. Once the Livingstone clan had assembled we proceed to Reagan National airport. We met up with the group and checked our luggage. We lingered around, simply waiting-it seems to be a trend for the trip. Once through security we sat in a circle munching on breakfast/snacks and talking. The conversation was scattered and yet it persisted. When we were on the plane it was delayed for an hour, so we raced to make our ...

... tasks such as cooking your own breakfast, sweeping your hut/room and doing laundry on Friday mornings. But its nice because you hold on to those quite times during your day and its prime for mind relaxation because I'm not translating languages, thinking about the many ideas I want to do, or missing home, Im just sweeping the dust from the cement floor and destroying ant homes--these ants are amazing actually because they create these sand tunnels and ...

... jour il est tombe alors qu'il marchait contre le mur (il ne marche pas encore seul), sa tante a dit en wolof : ahahah quel incapable!!! Il est nul celui-la, il est vraiment nul!!! C'est dans des moments comme ca que je suis contente de ne rien comprendre au Wolof. C'est Pape, notre accompagnateur Mer et Monde qui nous a traduit une fois sortis de la maison... Et pourtant, cet enfant la, il veut, il se force. Il ne l'a pas facile mais au moins il ne reste pas la a ...

... calls often to my family. Kate sends packages with abundant presents for all members of the family and even includes letters in French and Wolof. While Kate was in Senegal, she danced with my sister, made tea with my brothers, and sat and talked with the family for hours upon hours. At the beginning of the trip, I was constantly compared to Kate and everything that she did while in Senegal. Every other sentence that I heard in ...

... guide us through the city and on the water with a pirogue, his name was Henry a really cool guy. He showed us all the island and then, he left us on a tiny island called "l'ile des mouettes" where we were alone to relax and swim. He took us back and showed us the rest of Fadiouth, the place where they kept food, the place where they cultivated oysters.. It was really interesting.

... explain. The people here in Senegal are wonderful! Everyone jokes around with one another all the time. One of my favorite experiences thus far was walking through town with a current volunteer and passing a local woman who was carrying her child. She screamed for us to stop, and begged the volunteer I was with to take her baby to America. The volunteer translated the Wolof for me, and this is what was said: Woman: Take my ugly baby! Volunteer: No, i dont ...