La Korite

Yesterday was the celebration of the end of Ramadan which means, apparently, that all we did was eat and nap. When we were debriefed on the subject and the "fete" (party) which was supposed to happen, we were told that we would be encountering tons and tons of people, cook all day long, and be fussed about by our host sisters so that we would look wonderful in our Korite dress.

None of these things really happened. Instead, I woke up at 10, ate baguette and Nutella (standard breakfast fare) and drew pictures with Kadijah. Naomi (my host aunt) let me borrow a dress of hers. Immediately, the house was laughing and commenting how jolie I was looking. See the picture, it could have been worse...

After dressing up, we ate some delicious lamb, French fries, and the first fresh vegetable I have seen in Senegal (carrots, cucumbers, and lettuce!) After that, I napped for three hours. For the rest of the day, we did nothing. Kadijah and Amadou climbed all over me. I read about 1/3 of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Finally, the sun set and we walked around the neighborhood, Kadijah and Amadou in their sparkling new outfits. Total, we left the house for 20 minutes. When we returned, I ate some more delicious rice/millet pudding stuff and went to bed. What a very uneventful holiday...

Best part of the day: Letting Kadijah get a hold of my camera and take about 10 pictures of her fingers.

Ca c'est ma famille. Kadijah, Naomi, et le bebe, Maimouna? (I think there's one more syllable in there...