My fourth was not quite like any I have ever experienced in the States, but I managed to bring a little festive spirit to my host family. Inspired by Liz's attempt to explain smores to her Kenyan host family, I brought with me a bag of red, white, and blue star-shaped marshmellows (who knew such amazing things existed??). So the evening of the fourth Caroline and I showed our host family how to properly skewer and burn a marshmellow. It was a hit! We sat around the fire learning/ teaching Wolof, chatting about our studies, and laughing as Zahra attempted to direct the proceedings even though she decided she didn't particularly care for marshmellows. Our Senegalese Fourth of July celebration embodied the community spirit that I think characterizes Independence Day, and now I really feel like a part of my host family.
Me with my host sisters Zahra (middle) and Mama (right)
My host mom
From right, my host brother Prince, Mama, and Prince's friend Sherna
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