Yesterday was 9/11, and I realized that six years after 9/11, I was in a Muslim country, watching the news in French on the roof of a house with a call to prayer from a nearby mosque crackling through the air. It was an interesting and strange moment. I'm pretty glad I'm here, even if it's perpetually hot and dusty and I'm afraid of cockroaches and I haven't seen a western-style bathroom in nearly a week and a half.
Also, Senegalese dance is really exhausting, as is playing the djembe drum. I think that my hands are going to be red and puffy for the next few days.
Today's big discovery was a shop that sells Pantene Pro-V shampoo and conditioner, and an array of French and American products. It's close to school, but not to where I live.
There are billboards here advertising "Desperate Housewives." I can't imagine watching that show here. It would seem pretty irrelevant, moreso than it does in the States, which is still a lot of irrelevance.
Our excursion to Saint Louis is coming up fairly soon. I'm excited to get out of the city for a while!
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