Thanks to regular doses of fish (not to mention a round of antibiotics), I am now fully recovered from my sinus infection, and just in time too! On Sunday there will be a mini-exodus of toubabs from Dakar, as we head out in pairs throughout the country to spend a week in the life of a Peace Corps Volunteer. I will be journeying by sept-place down to Koumpentoum, Tambacouda, which Peace Corps Phil (my future host) described as a “sizable road town.” Having so enjoyed our night in a Gambian Peace Corps Village, I was almost a little disappointed to read that my site was so “urban”—that is, until I got to the part of the note where he refers to his hut! As far as our activities for the week, Phil is a small enterprise development volunteer, and threw out the possibilities of fabric-dying, community-gardening, and school supplies shopping with scholarship winners, but warned not to count on doing any of the above. I was relieved to read that the predominant local language is Wolof…which means that I will confidently be able to greet the neighbors, ask about each of their family members (up to the 4th wife), and count to 100. After that, here’s to hoping they’ll either speak a bit of French or be good at charades. And now you know all the details of my coming week— primarily that there are no details! One thing I do know: it is sure to be another grand adventure!
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| The average Senegales sept-place |
Ba beneen yoon,
Amy Diallo
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