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View from Mouit

A bunch of the girls went out walking down and around the little sandbar/lake in front of our hotel. We walked across one bridge, which bordered the sandbar and then trhough the woods to another bridge back to our side. The second bridge looked out down the sand to where another pool was with houses beyond it. The Senegal River entered the little lake from there.


I went back to the bridge another day to paint the view. This time the water was incredibly low and I could watch crabs walk along underneath my hanging feet. While I painted, a young guy came by and we got to talk about school in Senegal, his art, and how beautiful everything was here and in the US. That little interaction and peaceful view just really cemented that this place and these people were welcoming me here.