November 1, 2011
granada, spain
Deciding to go to Andalucia was a no brainer. Spain was the cheapest ticket out of Senegal and it would be warm. The weather was very important factor since I didn’t own a long sleeved shirt or a pair of pants (I mean this in the American sense of the word—not the British.) Also, Lonely [...]
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March 31, 2011
lisbon, portugal
“We should take her to meet the Hooreejo (chief),” a member of the slowly expanding Pulaar émigré crowd around me in praca dos restauradores suggested. I had spent close to an hour eavesdropping on their conversation before I revealed–much to their surprise–that I could speak Pulaar. I understood that the novelty of a white girl [...]
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