Mama Aida speaks Wolof and French, so I am unable to really communicate with her. My roommate Beth majors in both French and Chinese (with a minor in Spanish – how incredible is she!) and translates for me. I can understand a few words here and there, which makes me tremendously happy. Hopefully I’ll add to my vocabulary over the next few weeks.
Beth and I share a room on the 2nd floor. Last night, Mama Aida called us to walk further up the stairs to what I thought was the 3rd floor. Instead, we walked out to a rooftop terrace. At the moment we walked out, dusk was setting in and the final call to prayer (8 PM) was playing. We could see a large group of people gathered in a neighbor’s house, and Aida informed us it was an Islamic ceremony to celebrate the birth of a child. What an incredible moment of recognition. I am beyond myself, surrounded by habit and ritual I do not know. Yet I am comfortable, and a yearning in my soul to see, to touch, to experience has been simultaneously tamed and awakened within me. Today is a day to relax: to catch up on sleep, to eat good food, to read and journal, and to watch the sunset from the rooftop this evening.
WOW, great blogs becca,,,,i am so enjoying reading not only what your doing but your thoughts on this journey...your an amazing and thoughtful young woman....
ReplyDelete"I have a laughable tendency to fall in love instantly and frequently, but it’s something I rather like about myself. It allows every person I meet to be my best friend, every place I travel to be my home." ...I love this. And understand completely. :) Love reading all of this Bec.
ReplyDeleteAhhh Sam, I'm so happy you're following along with me! Love having you sign from Wesley too! He just gets cuter and cuter :)
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