I'm missing language class right now. I ran to the cafe with four other people during lunch to check my e-mail, and I can't get back because the rain started when we got here and now the streets all over the city are flooded. At one point we tried to get a cab to take us back to the center but the guy kicked us out when we told him our destination.
Walking through the river known as the Rue Nationale cost me my favorite pair of flip flops. Good thing this isn't the states; I don't have to worry about a "no shoes, no service," policy. Ben lost his shoes too. Poor guy's having a bad week. He was diagnosed with worms yesterday (you can guess at his symptoms), the upside is the medicine he took this morning should kill whatever he just picked up in the street.
You know, wading through the street reminded me of hurricane season back home. The street looks like the drainage ditches we swam in.
Training will be finished Saturday at noon. I'm heading to Mbour for a big Peace Corps party that night and then it's off to Dakar.
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