A fresh of air from Dakota

And it was the comment, "it's humid here" that made me breathe in just a little of home through my first visitor to Dakar. And it was leading him through the streets to my neighborhood bar that made it real. The release of two-months worth of stories and built-up tensions to someone that needs no explaining, to someone that knew me before, before Senegal, and before when living came so easy (sigh). A conversation that didn't need a recap in a history book and I could just be changed and unchanged and soak up the response to "How is South Dakota?" The cold, fall, the leaves, the student traffic in Brookings, the package from my mother, the lovely Time magazine that we spent French class smuggling from lap to lap laughing at the advertisements and Tom and Katie are having a baby!

We took a poll today. You want to know what an American in Senegal craves from home?
-Oreos
-M&Ms
-Pop Tarts
-The New York Times
-Good coffee

So, if you're near any of these, say a little cheers and enjoy. ;-)