Begguma...

To top off my week of awkardness, Lindsay and I came home last night from the cyber café at around eight o’clock and did the routine speech of ‘saalam malakum’ ‘malakum saalam. naga def?’ ‘maangi fi. cava?’ ‘cava?’ to our host mother and her guest. Normally, my host family and their visitors LOVE me because I’m Catholic (my host family is very Catholic). Not today. Maman’s friend asked Maman something in Wolof, and then Maman asked me if I was fasting and I was like ‘No! Why on earth would I do that?’ Apparently, Catholics here fast during Lent (minus ten points for Tiffany). After a quick exchange between the two in Wolof (meaning I was helpless to defend myself), the visitor kept staring at my skirt and saying ‘don’t want’ in Wolof and ‘Catholic’ a few times...minus another ten points for me. The two keep exchanging Wolof words and then the visitor looks away from me in COMPLETE disgust. QUOI?!? I asked my Maman what was wrong and she quickly said “It’s not important...how was your day”, and then changed the subject. Her and Lindsay chatted for a few minutes while I salked in self-pity for a few minutes before we escaped the salon and hurried ourselves to our room. All in all, that was an epic fail.





On sadder subject, my puppy died...that is, my nine year old puppy Wagner)= I just wanted to thank my papa semi-publically for taking such good care of him for the last few years. Thank you so, so much =)

I love you and miss you all


Tiffany