Babacar and Mariam’s home became a safe and lighthearted place of comfort during the week of orientation. When I was feeling upset or discouraged by the difficulty of communicating with others in Wolof or French, their home was always filled with laughter and a place to come back and regroup. They served us countless dishes with rice, chicken, vegetables, fish and couscous that we devoured eagerly. They served sweet and hot tea called attaya which we drank under the towering tree in their courtyard. Their daughter, Awa, spoke to me in French and she gifted me with the Senegalese name Marietou Mbaye, after her younger sister. I have never been so touched by a family’s generocity and kindness and I know I will remember them for years to come.