Last night I was walking under an umbrella from Lydia’s place to my room at Keur Saloum. The rain was angling down. Although there were occasional street lights on the red road, it was pretty dark.
From out of the raindrops came a line of soldiers, holding their rifles, walking silently except for their boots. My guess is that there were 200 of them. It was surreal.
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This morning I headed off to say hi and goodbye to a family that had hosted me for a noontime meal eighteen months ago. This visit I had talked briefly with them but didn’t linger. Today I lingered. We remember each other well … the kindness that went in both directions.
I made out from a daughter’s French words that they wanted to see the photo I took of mom and newborn. I tried to explain that my phone was stolen a few weeks ago and that I had lost all my pictures. I couldn’t remember the word for “steal” and there was no Internet for Google Translate to help me. (Sigh) Soon we smiled our goodbyes.
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This evening we leave Toubacouta for Belgium. Our travel time is 24 hours, including a six-hour layover in Casablanca, Morocco. It’s been a bittersweet trip for me – some marvelous conversations and other shining moments with people AND being physically overwhelmed with the heat. Once I was delirious, sputtering out nonsense words. And now I’m just plain wasted, so little left to give.
I’m staying in the aircool today during the hottest hours, conserving energy for the going home. I pray that I’ll be okay when I get to Belgium.
Here are a few final photos:
The regular group of guys playing checkers in the shade, moving beyond the heat of the afternoon. This is a daily ritual and I could see the huge joy and competitive spirit it brought to the players
Africa caring for Europe … Gnima braiding Olivia’s hair
Sunset over the river at Toubacouta
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Thank you for accompanying me on the journey. It’s been a privilege to share this time with you