vent frais= cool wind.

Last night after playing the guitar with Issa my neighbor and a few other folks from the street, the wind picked up out of nowhere and before i could even ask what the deal was, everyone on the street had taken the chairs inside, shut all the windows and shutters and bam we were inside the 90 degree house. I wanted to be outside in the wind but my mom Alice didnt want me to leave. Many senegalese dont seem to like the wind and will endure incredible heat to avoid it. The power went out with the wind and I sweated my way to sleep.

Another great moment for me today was on my way here to the cybercafe. Everyday little kids walk past and love to crowd around white people and yell toubab, toubab! They always touch and grab you and it can be a bit annoying after the tenth time. So today I tried a new phrase in Wolof: Buugna lekk xaleel! which means I like to eat children! The kids faces dropped and they all ran. It was such a triumph. I think that is how it works here, with little moments of beauty, mystery, and simple accomplishment the real currency of success.