Its been a while

To start, I just want to say sorry that I haven’t blogged in a month. For starters my internet is bad, and when I get home I’m honestly too tired to blog Life in the past month has been like a roller coaster with extreme ups and downs but I honestly wouldn’t give up a minute of it. Low points include stalkers, work problems (cultural misunderstandings), and being white (more into this later). But, Finding a Senegalese boyfriend who is not a creepy perv who just wants to marry me for a green card, escaping to GORGEOUS hotels for pool days, and having the time of my life are starting to shape this summer to be one I’ll never forget. I’m going to dive into the last month in no particular order, but rest assured your getting lots of details about ma vie.
So I’m pretty sure I stopped writing just before my horrible trip to Pikine. It wasn’t the family I stayed with that made it horrible or they peoples attitudes towards me, I just felt bad for being there. I mean I have NEVER in my life been in someplace with so much poverty. I mean even those ads on tv about helping children or documentaries you see about poverty could not explain the sensation that you get when you enter a place like that. Pikine is technically a suburb of Dakar but anyone form Senegal calls it the ghetto. I was invited to go home with a friend for a weekend to see how real Senegalese live. No thank you never again. So the streets are filled with garbage, sewer water, and dying goats. You cant walk anywhere without getting disgusting. BTW the streets are sand. And the worst part is they literally don’t wear shoes there. I can only imagine how many diseases these kids have. Also for half the kids I encountered on the street I must have been one of the only white people they ever met because pictures were taken of me EVERYWHICH WAY. Toubab toubab toubab, it gets to you after a while. Incase you were wondering Toubab is the white equivalent to Nigger. The house I stayed in was actually pretty nice for Pikine. There were 3 rooms and separate washroom and squat toilet. But my family only spoke Wolof. Its really hard not being able to communicate with ANYBODY.


Anyways I have to get into traditional African attire and get ready for one of my cousins weddings. A bientot!
Here are some pictures!