• Buying a set of yoga pose flash cards and carrying them around with you does not – I repeat, does not – have the same calming effect as actually doing said poses.
  • The best water pressure in our shower is at 2am. I found that out after staying up late working.
  • The longest word in Wolof is:
Any wild guesses as to what it means?
  • Blogs don’t update themselves. Even if you ask nicely.
  • When you go to the immigration office to apply for residency, wear comfortable shoes and take sharp elbows. There is no line. There are no ticket numbers being called to ensure that first come is first served.

This week has been very frustrating. Very busy. Very difficult. Very overwhelming.

Applying for residency has turned out to be a much more complicated process than we anticipated. (I know, why wouldn’t a country just fling open its arms to us? We’re nice people. I promise.) So we’ve been running around like headless chickens trying to rearange our ducks to be in the kind of row that the immigration office seems to want.

At the same time, my work load has gotten to be just shy of overwhelming on its own – without dealing with immigration, power cuts and being rather preggers. (That’s for my Dad. One of his pet peeves is when people talk about being ‘a little pregnant’ or ‘really pregnant’.)

26 weeks... more than 'a little pregnant'

When we lived in France, Cheikh asked me to consider cutting back my work load. His point (a very valid one) was why move to Senegal to be tied to a computer in the same way as I had been for the last five years. There were other things he knew I’d want to do and be a part of here.

Yesterday was particularly rough and tiring, so to be honest, when it came time go over to a friend’s for dinner… All I wanted to do was go to bed. But as soon as we stepped out the front gate and started walking, it was like a weight started lifting.

Modou, the guard across the street, sitting in the shade drinking attaya.

The random sheep wandering around.

The tailor shop with the beautiful dresses displayed in the window.

The woman sitting at a stand selling vegetables, the baby tied onto her back totally conked out.

The call to prayer coming from the mosque while Taio Cruz is blaring from someone’s radio.

The two little boys playing ‘drums’ with sticks on a piece of cement.

This is why we came here – to be a part of everyday life. And we love being here.

It doesn’t make it easy, but it does make the challenges worth it.