Tomorrow, I’m off to the village for a couple of days. As usual, I’m dreading it, but it’s more the overcoming the inertia of being in Douentza than actually being there. I have a game plan of what I need to do when I’m there and a good book to read, so I’ll be fine. More than anything, I don’t really want to be separated from my computer, because then I can’t make any progress editing the dictionary (even though I’m going to the village to get some words for the dictionary). Now I get anxious if I’m not working on it. It’s over half edited now, and a lot of my Bamako time will be working on it still, but I just want it to be done so I can move on to something new.
Last night after dinner, Phil and I went for a walk. We walked out of town down a path with crumbling bridges and deep sand pits, past fields that smelled remarkably like French fries, and down to the city’s water tower. The moon was full, so we didn’t even need flashlights. It was really peaceful. A cool wind was blowing and all around us a chorus of some unknown night creature beeped like a dozen time bombs waiting to go off. It was nice to go for a leisurely stroll without children screaming “toubab” at you or motorcycles nearly taking you down at every turn.
I’ll be back on Friday with stories. Hopefully good ones.
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