There comes a point...

Tonight as I was waiting for dinner to be brought out, I played the game I play every night. As dinner's being prepared I like to list foods that I wouldn't mind eating, they have to be Senegalese foods, and I try to make the list as long as possible. It sounds masochistic but it helps when something is put out and I think "that was on the list!" or "at least isn't not lek!" So, tonight I was sitting on the mat watching my second favorite imported soap opera and thought to myself, "I wouldn't mind eating..." but "beans" was the only thing I could fill in. I'm nearing my breaking point - I don't know how much longer I can stand 2 meals a day of Senegalese food.

Luckily, if I ever suck it up, I can explain to my host family that I'm just going to cook for myself (which I might do tomorrow for dinner if I get to the market in time to buy lettuce). Also, soon enough I'll be at training and, though it's Senegalese food, it's dinners are never rice-based (which is where my problem lies). We ended up having rice, beans, and smoked fish which I can always shovel down enough bites to play the hungry card (even though I might be the only volunteer that doesn't mind the taste of smoked fish).

But life in Bambey is keeping on. Matar's hard at work on 9 capes for WAIST; I had a great time going to the market and buying 18 meters of fabric.

Oh! And I learned there are a million places I can watch the State of the Union live tomorrow (well, Thursday for me). Even though it'll be around 2am, I still want to watch it.

Enjoy the State of the Union!
KO