Sights of big cities, small villages, bright colors, dark starry nights.
Everything we’ve heard – rain crashing on tin roofs, attaya foaming from cup to cup, low tones of the call to prayer you’ve come to rely on.
Never will we forget the smells of a bustling city, filled with smoke from cars and Cafe Touba- nor the scents of rural life, fresh mangoes and falling rain.
Eating new food and seeing new places- the tang of madd and the heat of tanganas and a sense of community.
Greeting others, right hand outstretched to meet theirs. Saying goodbye feeling excited and sad.
A full stomach, mind and heart, knowing that Senegal will never leave you empty.
Learning to love a new place, leaving a part of ourselves but holding onto new experiences.