48 days. Yep, that's it. That is all the time that stands between Senegal and myself. Not bad really. 48 days to finish all of my assignments, pack up, and drive the 16 hours back home. Giddy up.

Tonight I had another kind of homesickness for Senegal. I missed Yero. I found out today that I have an interview for a full time teaching gig for next year here in the Columbia area on Thursday...so I had to go and do the one thing that I detest. I had to go shopping. You see, all of my "good clothes" have endured the Senegalese sun and have become "less good"...not to mention that America has really good food, which doesn't work so well with the "less good clothes" still fitting. :) So as I walked from store to store...cursing each one for the outrageous price tags and barely there clothes...Yero came to my mind and I missed him very much. Yero, whenever I needed a new outfit, was the man I went to. He was our tailor in Dakar. I miss Yero very much. :)

48 days...that's it! :)