A hammock weekend

We left Dakar for the first time since we've been here to travel to a small village called Toubab Dialaw, south of here about two hours. I didn't realize how tense I've been with everything -- the stress of adjusting, the high pace of Dakar, the constant traffic -- until I arrived at this quaint resort and gave in to all the hammock-filled corners, low-seated chairs facing the ocean, mosaic-tiled tables, shelled architecture. It made me yearn for endless days of writing and reading and pondering. And the food. I am learning to love Senegalese food which harbors tastes and smells I've never had in anything else, but it was good to have a few things with a Western flair including chocolate chip cookies and salad, mostly salad.