Today
After yet another conversation with my host mother this morning in which she reminded me that my French is about ten steps beyond terrible, I took my sorrows and my Wolof flashcards to a café for a plate of fries and a giant bowl of praline ice cream.
And you know what, it worked pretty well.
It’s like the old saying goes: when life gives you lemons, take a car rapide through Dakar and gorge yourself on American junk food.
Or it goes something like that anyway…
