Day 5: Gas Stations and Relaxing

Sunday was rather uneventful for me, as I chose not to go to Goree Island, or as the Senegalese say, Ile de Goree. I woke up at around 11 and attempted to do some laundry. To my dismay, I found that as I finished washing and was ready to hang my clothes, it was beginning to drizzle. I then had to find a way to hang up all of my very wet clothes inside, which was quite a challenge. By the time I walked out the door to go to Cresp, it was around 1215. I spent a while at Cresp writing lots of good e-mails; it has been hard to find time to write anything with detail (besides this fabulous blog, of course.) Anyway, Allison and I decided to get some lunch, and Marian suggested the Mobil station. So we set off to find some food, and were distracted on our adventure by the Shell station. Let me tell you: this was no ordinary Shell station. No, this can only be described as an oasis. The shelves of Shell are overflowing with products which we haven’t had for about a week now. Okay, maybe I’m being too dramatic, but this place was cool. Probably the nicest thing was to see that they sold ice cream, and lots of it. And milk, and cereal, and cold beverages, and…etc. We then continued to Mobil, which was really superMobil, (my words), and picked up some burgers at “Steer.” While it was nice to have a cheeseburger, I will definitely not be going there again. The food that my family makes is a lot better than anything from a fast food joint.

After eating, the sun was finally coming out, and we decided to walk down to the beach. Other Senegalese people had gotten the same idea…probably thousands of others, and they accompanied us to the beach. If you think you’ve seen a crowded beach, think again. Anyway, we quickly got into the water, and stayed in for a very long time. When we got out, I found that my Adidas sandals had been swiped. If any of you know me well enough, you would know that for lack of better words, my sandals are my “bread and butter.” This theft really bothered me, but I suppose I can’t really blame anyone except for myself…and that punk who swiped them.

After sulking for a while, I ate dinner with my family and Rich who had returned from his trip (quite wet, I might add), and the two of us went back to Cresp to meet up with the other Americans. At Cresp, we hooked my laptop up to a projector and watched Anchorman with Will Ferrell and came home at around 12.