|Toby took us to this shell-filled cave in Tarrafal|
|Emily and her crab shell- spirit animal? Maybe...|
|On a hike to a black sand beach outside of Tarrafal|
|Emily and Toby at one of Assomada's grog production sites|
|The big tree!|
|Early-morning Mount Fogo|
|Emily on the ascent|
|At the summit with our guide, Nezito|
|Skiing down the ash fields, with only a few tumbles, ending with volcanic ash in every nook and cranny|
|Cha des Calderas' music scene|
|On the boat to Santo Antao|
|The port on Santo Antao|
(No photos here... just as we got to the top of the mountain, with the most spectacular view I've ever laid eyes on, my camera gave up.)
Unfortunately, we had to hop on a car to head to the port to catch the boat to Mindelo then a flight back down to Praia. We spent our last night where we started, in grand finale style, with Bob and Toby in Assomada.
This trip was a great break from the usual routine in Senegal, a reminder of how many wonderful people and places there are in the world, an affirmation that us PCVs have got something special going on, and a great time spent with miss Emily before she flew back to the US. While it was hard to leave, I was happy to be back with friends, host family, people who speak a language I understand, and with whom any commonality or a shared joke is cause to be instant friends.
Since I've been back, I've kept busy with census-taking for our mosquito net distribution, a meeting in Thies with fellow peer support network members, and no shortage of mango eating. While it's hard to be here without the volunteers who showed us the way and each of whom I came to love completely, we have 6 great new volunteers, lots of good work to do, and I can't complain.