-I haven’t felt homesick for the US yet. I do feel homesick
for France whenever I walk into a Toubab store. Strangely enough, it’s always
the French brands names that do it. LU is a particularly strong trigger.
Tearing up guaranteed. Makes absolutely no sense.
-City bread here is what you might call French bread or
baguette, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s an insult. This bread is white
and bland, with the consistency of cotton. I think it’s machine made with
millet flour. Apparently, village bread—tapalapa—is associated with low
socio-economical status. Personally, I think it’s far superior to city bread:
wonderfully chewy, nutty, and dense. When I visited Venchele, I had an amazing
egg and tapalapa sandwich. Definitely my best meal here.
-Abdou, my host brother, works as an apprenti tailor for his
cousin Lamine in M’bour. He says that he’ll be working for free for the next 2
to 3 years while he’s in training. The hours are long: he leaves the house
around 9:30am, comes home for lunch around 2pm, goes back to work at 4, and
comes home around 9pm. It takes him about 45 minutes to walk each way.
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