I've been awake 6 hours in Senegal. I maneuvered the Dakar airpirt, which is a justifiable assault by hack and real cab drivers .... Because my adopted famiky here got me.
In this time Boris tried to teach me to moonwalk. I had a mini dance party in the kitchen, was hauled into a room with 15 people squashed in and surprised them this white girl can shake her thang with them, sat on the stoop and actually talked French ... and 30 percent of the time have no idea what's happening.
Everything is new. That's the great of travel.
I realize that in that, making connections from where there was nothing is my joy; a reminder of humanity in its simplest form.