In my first blog post I made a soundtrack which featured the various sounds that surrounded me at the farm I worked at. At the end of my global citizen year all those sounds that had initially confused me, were now sounds that I connected with a deep sense of familiarity and belonging. That language became understandable and every voice or sound that I experienced throughout the day was connected to a set routine or a person.
I feel a sense of guilt for perpetuating a very stereotypical aspect of my experience. The reality was that I spent the majority of my time in my home stay in Tivaouane, which was a in an urban setting. My home stay was in stark contrast to the days that I spent at the farm. However another reality is that I loved spending my time at this farm in Dougnane. This place with all its people found a special little place in my heart. A place that I would like to share with whomever decides to read my blog posts.
In my last blog post I wanted to give a face to all the sounds I once found so confusing. Through a series of pictures from my last day at the farm. A day when it was all a little less confusing and more comfortable.
Passed by my language tutor Kouly and his wife Absa on their way to work.
Modou returning from the fields.
Modou returns to the fields.
To water the mangoes.
