It gets harder and harder for me to write these journal entries. First of all, I am not much of a writer – in the personal sense. In addition, I have less and less observations; I believe that I am almost completely acclimated to the life here in beautiful Senegal. I even managed to haggle my way to a low price from the taxi-man(as they call them) last night for my ride into Dakar. Supposedly that is the tell-tale sign that I am a Senegalese.
Two nights ago I went with my friend Chere to an artist community to check out some artwork and talk to the artists about a “project.” I am not sure if Chere told me about his idea for the “project” before we arrived because when everyone starting discussing it, I had no idea what they were talking about. I have a tendency to nod in comprehension when I am not always paying attention. Anyway, the project involves bringing together my students with the artists for a cultural experience. However, the idea for the project is fantastic and I am meeting with the artists this weekend to discuss logistics.
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