Saint Louis
After about a week together in Dakar, the fearless fifteen split into three groups headed into three different directions in Senegal. Seven of us boarded a minibus and headed north to Saint Louis. (Yes, it looks a lot like that name of the arched city in Missouri, but remember it is French city, so say it as such.) Mouhamadou, one of in-country-hosts, road along with us to make sure that we arrived safely. He also, generously, invited us to his home in the large city of Thies along the way. We even got to drop by one of the schools he teaches at and briefly meet some of his students during their break. The road north was a wide, flat, paved two-lane road through desert landscape. I loved the opportunity to see the countryside and not just the large cities. I'm not sure I once saw soil on the journey, but rather as far as the eye could see was sand. However, it wasn't vast stretches of nothing, as many trees and often shrubs had found a way to li...