6 days in Mboro

After dropping off several other apprehensive volunteers, we arrived at my host family’s house last Monday afternoon to a bustling confusion of people, languages, and nerves. After staring at each other with nothing to say for a good 10 minutes, I got out my crayons and started to draw with the kids. It was a great success – I learned vocabulary - chicken, horse, car, etc. and we all got a good laugh at the drawings which only loosely resembled the things they were intended to portray. Afterward, I moved on to helping my sisters peel potatoes and wash lettuce for dinner, activities that have no language barrier. I got a new name – Kine Lô. It’s strange to be called by another name, but nice to feel that much more like a member of the family.

In the morning, I went to the market with my sister-in-law to get the fixins’ for ceebu jen (rice and fish, the national dish of Senegal). The market scene was so beautiful I had to choke back tears as we were walking through the winding paths, up and down narrow uneven stairs, and buying the fish and vegetables amongst so many other women. At nearly every vendor, I met a relative or family friend who was excited to meet me, and most spoke very slowly and enthusiastically. I did a lot of smiling and awkwardly making noises that were intended to resemble some sort of greeting. The market is full of life, beautiful fabrics, vegetables everywhere, fresh fish laid out on low improvised tables of plywood and cinderblocks, endless spices in tiny plastic bags, the sounds of purchases being made, tailors sewing clothes, donkeys and horses trotting by, car horns honking, and so many smells. I have nostalgia after just a few visits. 

My host mom Awa is a tall thin woman in her 50’s. She is a widow and sells potatoes and onions at the market along with many local women. I have two sisters around my age, Kine (my namesake) and Aminata, both have young daughters. My brother Goro and his wife Joor live there with their two sons, as do another brother, his wife, and their baby girl. Also in the house are my nephew Babacar, the most adorable toddler I think I have ever seen, and an endless stream of people coming and going. I’m sure I have other siblings, but it’s all still a bit confusing. 

The next 6 days passed quickly, but with no shortage of misunderstandings, frustration, information overload, and in the Senegalese spirit of life… laughter. We had language and culture classes for 3-6 hours every day, met with local teachers, built a garden at the nearby primary school, and visited and got a run-down on the health post. Language learning is happening fast, but is also very frustrating at this point; I can only communicate about very basic things with my family. My smatterings of French have come in handy, but are by no means enough to get to a normal level of communication. 

There are lots of current and former volunteers around the training center to help us absorb all the information we need to navigate the onslaught of changes. My language group is 4 people and we have an LCF (language and cultural facilitator) all to ourselves 24/7 for formal lessons and endless questions. 

I’m headed back to Mboro tomorrow afternoon for a 2-week visit.

Outside the compound

For our first couple of days here, we were basically locked in the safe, secure, Americaville that is the PC compound in Thies. Yesterday was our first real trip outside to take a guided walk through the market, see the sites, smell the smells (!) and get a beer. Unaccompanied wanderings were allowed today - a morning run at the nearby stadium/athletic facility, another walk through the market to buy seriche (gifts for our host families - I bought tea and sugar), and a visit to another local bar for a relaxing sit under a mango tree.

After much anticipation, we found out about our language and pre-service training homestay assignments this morning. There are 5 or so local languages and several sites around the area where trainees will be staying with host families for increasing amounts of time over the next 9 weeks. The first visit starts tomorrow afternoon and lasts 6 days. I'm learning Wolof and am staying in Mboro, which is reportedly a good sized town not too far from the beach! My training group has 4 people in it, and we will have an LCF (language and cultural facilitator) staying in the town with us and helping with all the inevitable questions, awkward moments, and "cultural exchanges" that we are bound to encounter.

So all in all, things are fabulous thus far, although they are about to get a lot more challenging. We shall see...

Finally Here!

40-something of us (47, 48?) arrived at the Dakar airport this morning after an uneventful 7 1/2 hour flight, and now have some down time to enjoy the lovely business center/grass hut at the PC compound in Thies. Dakar was hectic and full of people, sights, animals, and lots of smells... Outside the city, there are more gardens and open space, less of the city sights. The compound is really beautiful - dorms, meeting rooms, gardens, a volleyball court, and greenery all around. We were greeted by the staff singing, dancing, and drumming- wonderful! We're staying here for about 4 days, then it's out to the real Senegal with host families.

Staging in DC was also very nice; we stayed in Georgetown and had some time to wander around, eat, and chat with our fellow volunteers. The actual staging part of staging was about 7 hours of icebreaking, getting to understand expectations, and reviewing the rules, regs, and logistics. The big surprise was a CNN film crew at the hotel and airport gate - so look for me in the background if you get a chance to watch the show, which apparently airs in about 2 weeks.

The hard part starts tomorrow!

Unemployment and other happenings

So this is it, my first Monday with no work! The next month of my life is one long weekend, and I anticipate enjoying it very much. Friday was my last day, and it was grand. It included a delicious lunch followed by a beautiful wonderful fabulous going away party complete with my favorite berry cake from whole foods, cookies, generous gifts, and so many of the people I will miss. Friday night was continued in style with friends, food, beer, and a great show by the guys of the Honey Gitters.

Lots of other things have happened since I last wrote, not all of them exciting, but there were a few highlights. Staging was moved from March 9th to the 7th and from Philly to DC, so I have a couple fewer days in the US lap of luxury. I also made a crazy small world discovery that two people I went to high school with are currently in Senegal serving with the Peace Corps, and doing environmental ed/health no less. That's got to rank up there with the best coincidences. I'm looking forward to there being a couple of familiar faces when I dive into life on the other side of the world.

Invitation and Implications

Last Wednesday, over a year and a half since I applied, I (finally!) got my Peace Corps invite! I'm going to Senegal to work as an "environmental education agent." There is a 1-day orientation in Philadelphia on March 9th, then it's off to Thies, Senegal where 8 weeks of training will commence. I'm excited, scared, anxious, and have a whole range of emotions which change every day.

The application process involved a nightmarish amount of paperwork, writing, poking and prodding, and waiting. If I thought for just a moment that these things were over, the invitation proved me wrong... I now have a whole new and exciting (?) list of forms, essays, errands, and so on. I've also been overcome by a wave of motivation to get ready to turn my life upside-down, which I'm sure will fizzle, but I'm taking advantage of it while it exists. The two major themes have been enjoyment of here and now and preparation.

Here and now - taking advantage of the things I anticipate missing most:
1) Friends and family. This phase isn't yet in full swing, but soon the whirlwind of visits will ensue.
2) Kissing my dog, lots of hikes, tours of the most exciting places in town: Jax and the pet food store (tours also include tail wags and making cute faces so as to convince every employee to give her treats). Horse and chickens also fall into this category, although the chickens don't get kisses or walks.
3) Cold weather. It was -5 when I came to work on Tuesday and hasn't been much warmer since. Now, that's not cold by say... Alaska standards, but it is cold enough to freeze your nose hairs into tiny icicles with one inhalation. I'm trying to appreciate it. Trying.
4) Gym! As many visits to the CSU gym as possible without causing myself regrettable soreness. Yoga and other classes start next week.
5) Food. Fort Collins has oh so many delicious places to eat and I'm making sure to tour them all. This is also related to the anticipation of not having much income over the next couple years.
6) Water and its by-products (read: beer). Again, bless you Fort Collins.

Preparation:
1) Selling/giving away/ throwing out the majority of my clothes, textbooks, and various sundry items.
2) Cleaning. Everything. Ugh.
3) Practicing French so as to be able to do the basics.
4) Self-defense tidbits from friend, Kenyan, and professional badass, Frozy.
5) Ordering, planning, and brainstorming about what to bring and what to live without.
6) Did I already mention the stack of PC paperwork?
7) Probably about a million other things that I haven't yet realized I need to do.

So that's that. I'm working for another 3-ish weeks, then I'll be a full-time future volunteer.