I’m leaving Senegal in less than 48 hours and with that comes the stunningly obvious realization that once I’m gone I won’t be here anymore. I know I’ll come back someday, but the precise shuffle of circumstances that have made up this semester will be permanently out of reach. So in that vein, here’s something I’ll miss: Adama, the man whose tiny shop I visited every morning for a cup of a spicy-sweet senegalese coffee called Café Touba (50 francs CFA = 10 cents). He was a microcosm of lots of my favorite things about Senegal—hospitable, laid-back, ridiculously, incredibly quirky. And he made the best coffee ever. Cheers to that.
