Notes Out of Kaedi

Well, shave about 15 lbs off of my picture. Adjustment sickness will do that to you. But seriously, send me food. Ha ha ha... seriously.

I'm writing a quick note to you now from Kaedi, regional capital of Gorgol. My future village is also in the Gorgol region, although somewhat smaller (in theory around 400 people). We have 8 wells, although there are rumors of a robinet being put in (that's basically a faucet) so cross your fingers for me. I was ill for most of my site visit, but I did see that the village has many beautiful neem trees (including one with an enormous canopy in my front yard) and I have a small private courtyard off of my room. That's all I have time for, so for now I'll leave you with:

TODAY'S MAURITANIAN DIFFERENCE: In the market, to catch your attention, shopkeepers will hiss and snap at you. And they're not trying to be mean, but it's pretty distracting. It's also fairly impossible to browse, especially for fabric. "This is pretty, soooo pretty!" they say in French, Pulaar, etc, pulling out fabric after fabric and literally draping them on you.