Sama biir dafay metti.

I've rarely drank milk since arriving in Dakar -- a little bit here and there in coffee or tea, otherwise it's powdered milk or nothing. Milk is difficult to keep and expensive. So why did I drink milk today, you may ask? Well, Brighton and I succumbed to our craving for cereal and milk today at the toubab supermarket, caving into some muesli au chocolat and a carton of creamy milk.

With a bounce in our steps we returned to WARC to indulge in our granola-like cereal and heavy milk.

And now I have a stomachache.

I did not expect to have a negative reaction when readjusting to the food I typically eat at home, but apparently the milk is not settling well in my gut. That's what I get for being impatient and indulging in a toubab pleasure before I actually leave Dakar.

Anywho, Andre, the amusing director of the Wells College Dakar program, accompanied me to Goree Island yesterday. It's one of the top sites to visit in West Africa and particularly in Senegal, as it was one of the 3 main sites for the transatlantic slave trade for 4 centuries. National Geographic's sole picture of Senegal is of the Maison des Esclaves, located on Goree. I'll upload pictures to my photo gallery when I get the chance. Here's a couple:

And one from my short trip to Saint Louis this past weekend, taken at a random spectacle at a school we passed by. These dudes ran around simultaneously frightening the children into tears and encouraging them to cheer and clap and dance. Oh, Africa.

I leave for the airport tomorrow night around midnight. On my plate today: finish Lit paper, bake cookies, take pictures of host family, and pack. T-1..!!