Yesterday was an unexpected day off but today was a quite intentional one. I finally made it back to IFAN to check out the permanent exhibit, which consists mostly of amazing masks from initiation ceremonies across West Africa.
After that I came back to my neighborhood for a late afternoon aquabike session. It was a very nice culture-sport 1-2 punch.
And now after two days of faux weekend it’s the real weekend. There’s an afropop dance night uptown in Almadies tonight, and I think I may search out brunch for the first time ever in Dakar tomorrow… We shall see.
Have a lovely weekend and if the spirit moves you, check out the reads that I have enjoyed this week:
A fellow later-in-life language learner reflects on our cultural preoccupation with a fluency finish line.
Continuing the Yiddish theme from last week, this week I read, “My Mother’s Yiddish,” a one year old but timeless essay.
Get up to speed on greetings around the world, including Tibet’s very unusual custom.
I found the reader responses to “Advice for Solo Female Travelers” much more true and useful than the original article.
And I think I forgot to include this one in an older post, but better late than never: