Horse carts and trampolines

Now that I am here in Fatick for a while (I just got back from three days in Dakar), I have decided that Saturday is my shopping day. The ladies in the market only sell vegetables in the mornings, so Saturday is the only day I can get out since I teach school during the week. Today, I was actually able to get a horse cart to town ... both ways! I do prefer riding on a horse cart to walking because it's really starting to get hot. It's almost impossible to get out from 1:00 to about 5:00 because it's soooo hot!

A donkey cart (similar to the horse carts)

The horse carts are great, but it's a bumpy ride! (They only cost about 25 cents, so I really don't mind the sore bottom!) My main reason for riding horse carts is to meet people. Right now, because my Wolof language skills are so limited, I can only do the basics. But the more I listen, the better I get. I'm able to understand a lot more than I can speak. I can pick out individual words and get a basic meaning in sentences. My responses are usually head nods or hand motions. It's hard for me not to rely on my French skills. If I have to communicate something, I'll do it in French. But for the sake of learning Wolof, I try to communicate as much as possible in Wolof.

The kids love it when you take their picture and then show it to them on the camera!

School is in full-swing! The kids are getting used to the new routine and I'm learning the homeschooling ropes. (It's nice only having four students!) At their house, they have a trampoline, swings, and all kinds of other fun games. They have also become the local hangout for all the kids. It's not unusual to see 40 kids inside and outside their gate! I was able to take some really cute pictures yesterday.

Sweet!

Be praying for the Sereer-Sine team. We are having a small group of volunteers come at the end of this week, so we are busy preparing for them. They will be helping with our Operation Christmas Child distributions and with some research and prayer walking in the Sereer-Sine area. Pray for their safe travel and for the kids who will be receiving the boxes (we'll be giving a gospel presentation also). Pray that God will use us for His glory!

Relaxing on a hot Friday afternoon!

Still waters?

Life in a dry, desert area can be interesting. You suddenly realize the importance of water. Right now, as I sit here typing this, I have no water. I turn on my faucet and nothing comes out. I sit here thinking, "Today was really hot and I'm pretty smelly ... how am I going to get un-smelly?!" Then I think of my favorite Psalm - one that everyone should know: Psalm 23.

"The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul."

After being away from "green pastures" and "quiet waters" for two months, I really have a new appreciation for them. One day, in Dakar, we were at the Marine House to watch the movie "Fireproof." (They set it up like a movie theater! I got to eat a hot dog and Kit Kat bar!) Well, they had grass there! GRASS!! I took off my flip-flops and walked barefoot in the grass. It was AMAZING!!

Life is like that. Sometimes we have been out in the desert for too long. We need to take off our shoes and run barefoot in the cool, green grass. We need to stick our feet in the refreshing, clear water. Living in the actual desert, I have to remind myself not to be in the "desert" for too long. I have to let God lead me into those "green pastures" and "quiet waters." I cannot rely on my own strength out here. I have to rely on HIM!!! Otherwise, little things like no water or the electricity going off every day will really start to get to me. I have to look at the glass as 1/2 full, not 1/2 empty. I praise God for the lady who lived in my house before who filled up about ten 10 liter jugs full of tap water for times when the water is out. I praise God that the electricity only stays off for about an hour at a time, sometimes 30 minutes. I praise God for technology that allows me to video-call my parents and "attend" my grandmother's 74th birthday party. I praise God for a cat who kills my bugs at night so they don't crawl on me!

In all, I have had a good dose of culture being here. I had a guy from telephone company wander into my house unannounced (scared me to death!). I've eaten from a common bowl (I did get a spoon though). I've met many people and look forward to building relationships with them. I'm continuing my Wolof learning and making lots of people laugh in the process. God is good though. I am very blessed and know that God will continue to bless me.

Long time, no post!

Wow, I've become that bad blogger who never posts already! I must remedy that!

Since my last post, I have returned home to Fatick and have really gotten to settle in. I have been teaching for two weeks already and I am really starting to learn the "homeschooling ropes." It's quite different from a high school classroom full of teenagers! I'm really enjoying it too. The classroom is in my house, so I can work on stuff for school while baking my breakfast for the next day or late at night!

I am really starting to feel at home. I have learned how to find my way around Fatick and even went to the market Saturday morning all by myself! I was quite proud. I am meeting people around town and am looking forward to building relationships with some of the local women. There is a beauty salon that I'm planning to visit later on this week and really get to know some more women. Pray for me as I seek out friends and someone I can practice my Wolof with.

The Definition of Language Learning

The definition of language learning from the dictionary of Holly: 1) contorting your mouth in foreign shapes in the hopes of producing sounds that you have never heard in your life; 2) making a fool of yourself as you completely and absolutely butcher a language; 3) smiling through it all as the locals laugh at you as you try to make these weird sounds; 4) enjoying making them laugh because you know they enjoy hearing you speak their language.

Despite the trials of language learning, I love knowing how happy I make the people by speaking their language. Their faces just light up when they hear this white girl speak Wolof. It's really quite fun.

My week here in Dakar has been quite an adventure. I climbed a mountain (literally), looked out upon Dakar (I'll post pictures once I have steady internet access), have ridden in many taxis, have learned how to bargain for taxis, and I am ready to brave the Saturday market. Dakar is a busy, bustling city with many fun and interesting people. I have eaten so much good food and I am ready to try some more local dishes.

I walk about a mile from where I'm staying here in Dakar to my language classes around 2:30 in the afternoon. At that time, men all over Dakar and Senegal are praying towards Mecca. As I walk to class, I pass many people on their prayer mats, praying to the east. As I walk, I pray for the people that I pass. Please pray with me for these men and women. Pray that God would open their eyes and change their lives.

2 weeks in Senegal

I have decided to sum up my time here so far in as few words as possible - but it might take a while!

Crazy Dakar taxi drivers, fruit sellers directing traffic (and really not doing a good job - I mean, they're fruit sellers), nearly running over people walking and moto drivers, nearly running me over, dirt in the Chacos all the time, wind so strong it'll knock you over, Harmattan dust haze, lizards pooping on my kitchen counter, loosing electricity three days in a row, mosquito nets, trying to light my gas oven, successfully lighting my gas oven and baking my first banana bread, "Dema jang Wolof.", "No, I can't marry you. You'll have to talk to my father in America and he'll say no." "Yes, I know you have a house and a good job as a mechanic, but I still can't marry you.", riding on horse carts to the market, looking at fish in the market, cleaning fish after the market, turning down another marriage proposal in the fish market, walking 2 miles to pay my electric bill, listening to my washing machine dance around for two hours, wishing they would put the goat next door out of it's misery, ... oh the list goes on and on.

In all, I have really been enjoying being here. I survived culture shock and now feel at home. I'm heading to Dakar for two weeks to begin my Wolof language learning. I can't wait to be able to really communicate with the people. Please pray for Liz and I as we begin.

Home sweet home

Now that I'm settled in and finally have some down time, I'm able to write and catch you up on everything! Liz and I arrived in our village Thursday. It really is such a nice little village; we even have paved roads! Actually, the road all the way from Dakar to here was paved! The big difference is the amount and type of traffic on the roads. When I cross the street, I don't look both ways to dodge a bus or car, but a horse-cart or donkey-cart. And if I decide that it is too hot for me to walk to the market, I can just hop on one of these carts and pay next to nothing for the ride!

It is very dry and dusty here. When I got into my house, a layer of dust about 1/2 inch thick was on everything! We finally got it all lifted, only, to my dismay, to find another layer on everything this morning. Housecleaning is a full-time job here! Here is a picture of the outside of my house:

And no, there really is no grass. If you find grass, you have found a treasure! The sand is everywhere, and of course, walking without getting sand all over you is impossible. I don't have a dryer, so I let the hot, African sun do it's job. It is really dry, so everything dries really quickly.

Life here can be tough, but the people are so friendly. They love to greet you and have you greet them. I have learned how to say "I'm learning Wolof" in Wolof, so now, when I go to buy my bread and the sweet young lady who barely speaks any French tries to speak Wolof, I can tell her that! She can get quite a laugh out of me butchering her language!

I've learned to be happy with what I have. Yes, my washing machine is a bigger spaz than I am (and a better dancer, I might add), but at least I have a washing machine that works. No, I don't have a shower curtain or the capabilities to put one up, but at least I have running water and a shower that works. Yes, dust gets EVERYWHERE, but that is easily cleaned up. I have enjoyed getting to know people so far and I am really enjoying the hospitality of the village. The Sereer are very loving and welcoming people. I cannot wait to see what God has in store for me here!

Hello from Dakar!

After a long, but smooth flight from New Orleans - Atlanta - then on to Dakar, I am sitting in the living room of the guest house here. I honestly did not sleep from the 5 am monday morning Louisiana time until 9 pm Tuesday evening Dakar time (Senegal is five hours ahead of central standard time). I slept the whole night through last night, until about 6 am. I feel pretty rested, but the jet-lag is catching up with me. I'll be good as new after a few days. Liz made it here safely too. Oh, and I almost forgot, we all arrived with every piece of our luggage! I do believe that is quite an accomplishment!

We did some shopping at a really nice grocery store named "Casino." They have a few American products (or at least the French version of them) and lots of French products. I can pretty much get everything that I need there. So when I say I'm going to the "Casino," I'm not going to play poker ...

Now that Liz is here, we're going to do quite a bit of shopping today. We are stocking up on the things we can't find in our village. We'll be leaving Dakar on Thursday, possibly Friday, to head to our home! The city is so different from the village, and to be honest, I think I might prefer the slow-paced village life ... Dakar is a busy place!

I'll post pictures soon! Also, please be praying about our language learning situations. We have lots of possibilities, it's just deciding which one would be best that's tough. Pray for God's guidance and discernment.