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St. Louis (Senegal, not Missouri!)

After my family left late Tuesday night of my weeklong break, my friends and I woke up early on Wednesday to take the 7am bus from Dakar to St. Louis. About five hours north of Dakar, St. Louis was the old capital of Senegal and West Africa back in the colonial period when Senegal was a French colony. The main section of the city is a small strip of an island, taking perhaps two minutes to traverse the width and half an hour to walk from the northern tip to the southernmost point. My friend Izzy and I had decided on St. Louis while trip planning a few weeks ago, and were both extremely excited to see a completely new part of Senegal. Some of our other classmates’ travel plans unfortunately fell through, so they ended up joining the trip as well!

When we arrived in St. Louis at noon on Wednesday, we had to get a taxi from the bus stop to the main city. As we drove by, the sunlight hit the brown water surrounding us in a way that looked like pure gold! We later learned that the color was due to natural tannins, a material leached from decaying wetland plants into the water, similar to how a tea bag colors tea. Then, the city came into view! We drove up the main street and could very clearly see the influence of French colonial architecture. The buildings were brightly colored (although definitely faded) and each building even had a balcony on its second floor, just as in the Haussmanian-style buildings in Paris, France. 

Needing to kill a little time before our Airbnb was ready, my friends and I went to a coffee shop. Then, we headed to our Airbnb. The very smiley manager met us outside the door, took our bags, and let us upstairs. He handed us the keys and told us our room had been double-booked, so we had been upgraded. For the CFA (Senegalese currency) equivalent of $147 USD, we had an apartment complete with a bedroom, bathroom, living room, common space/dining area, and kitchen all to ourselves—for four nights. Izzy and I were over the moon. 

For our first afternoon in St. Louis, we began by relaxing in the AC of our amazing apartment. I made a plan for course registration while we talked about religion and various conspiracy theories. The conversations we have as a group are extremely random at times, and I love it. The amount of people who choose to go to Senegal is quite a small group, so one of my main goals for this experience was getting to know the nine other students in my program. 

After chilling, we walked the entire circumference of the island in just over an hour. It’s quite small! Unfortunately, during our walk we received a text that our friends who were joining us had missed their bus! They had to take an alternative bus to a neighboring city and take a taxi from there. We bought some pasta and pesto to make a quick dinner for ourselves, and then bought some sandwiches and fruit for them to eat when they arrived—hours after they had planned. Fortunately, we all had arrived safe and fell asleep quickly. 

The next morning, we woke up early for our boat tour! Only four of us went, since that was the maximum number allowed. When we arrived at the agency, our guide greeted us at the door and led us away to the boat immediately! We put our orange life vests on and we were off. For the next few hours we were on the Senegal River, going through the water shared between Senegal and Mauritania. We saw numerous huge birds and were told that sometimes hippopotamuses could be seen in this river! Sadly, we didn’t see one. However, we did get to explore a small Senegalese village and enjoy a lunch of fish, shrimp, and ataaya (Senegalese tea) right next to the water. The air was so fresh and clean. As we returned back to St. Louis, we saw a huge collection of “piroques” (fishing boats) on the fishing island adjacent to the island we were staying on. Some of them were absolutely massive, but apparently they aren’t even used for the open ocean! Their size is meant to support the big nets used for fishing in the river. 

When we rejoined the rest of our group, we went out to dinner at a Spanish restaurant. Although I do quite like Senegalese food, it was extremely nice to have the opportunity to mix up the cuisine a bit! I extended my streak of eating shrimp through dinner, eating a delicious meal of pesto pasta with shrimp. We walked back to our Airbnb and chatted and hung out before we all fell asleep. 

Friday was a day of many, many steps. In the morning, we walked around the fishing village island, exploring the streets and staring out at the ocean. It’s so interesting to note the water differences between the ocean and river; one is a foamy blue with crashing waves and the other is barely flowing brown water. After getting a quick lunch, we made our way over to the mainland to see the sunset. On our way back, we saw a huge swarm of hundreds of birds flying across the river! Upon closer inspection, we could see that they were all bats. I’ve had lots of fun watching bats fly over my head at night in my backyard when I was younger, so I was happy, but my friends did not share the sentiment. We walked quickly across the bridge to find dinner. 


While eating, one of my friends suggested we see a free dance performance at the French institute. We all agreed, not thinking too much of it, as some of the shows we have seen thus far were… interesting, to say the least. However, this show exceeded our expectations in every way. It was SPECTACULAR. The performance was composed of ten dancers, all from different regions of Senegal. Through a contemporary dance that lasted about an hour, they explored concepts of identity and masculinity struggles. They used physical theater, lighting, acrobatics, and even shredded newspaper to showcase their stories. We all left the performance speechless, not quite able to believe that our last minute decision to go had led to such an amazing experience. 

The next day was far more low key. We began the day by exploring a few museums in the “archipel de musées” of St. Louis, which is an “archipelago” of eight museums spread across the island. We visited two of the major photography museums before lunch. Sadly, we were not allowed to take pictures, but the photographs were beautiful. Two of my favorites complemented one another: an older Black man and a younger Black girl. Both were dressed in white clothes and the young girl was holding a stick of cotton. Their lips were painted white and the starkness of the depth of their emotions in their eyes was captivating. For several minutes I couldn’t make myself look away.  

After a delicious lunch of crepes, we took the afternoon off. Izzy and I hid from the hot sun in the AC of our Airbnb, played lots of SkyJo, and watched a movie. We had our last dinner of the trip at a delicious Vietnamese restaurant and headed to bed early. The next day, we had a sleepy chill morning before catching our bus just after lunch and headed back to Dakar. 

St Louis was an amazing time! After living with my host family for eight weeks, it was incredibly strange to have the autonomy to leave when I want without seeking permission (my host mom will never say no but I still have to ask), speaking English with my friends all day, and most of all, having autonomy over what I eat for meals. It was a great little escape and I’m feeling ready for the internship portion of my program to begin! 

Ba ci kanam / À bientôt / See you soon, 

Caitlin

Halfway Reflections

Amidst the chaos of cramming for my midterms, I realized that aside from the tests I would have, this week marked the halfway period of my abroad experience! Before I came abroad, I got advice from anyone and everyone- I just wanted to be prepared. The one thing that I kept hearing was “Abroad will fly by in the blink of an eye!”. 

If you had asked me my thoughts on this the first week here, I would have said that it couldn’t feel further from the truth. I missed my routine at home. I missed my favorite Trader Joe’s items. I missed watching Brooklyn 99 with my mom at night. I missed being able to drive over to my friends house in just 3 minutes. The days felt like they were going painfully slow- although I loved all of the time to go indulge in aperol spritzes and gelato, I felt like there were gaps in my day that were impossible to fill. 

Now, just 8 weeks later, I cannot believe that I only have 7 weeks left in Florence. I have built a whole life for myself here. I have optimized my “plan of attack” for getting in and out of Conad (our local grocery store), gotten into a routine of walking along the river every morning and listening to a podcast. I have made new friends who I couldn’t imagine life here without. Although I could be sad and pout about the fact that I only have so much time left, I want to try to squeeze every last moment I can out of Florence!

Here are some of the things I would want to tell my week 1 self:

Just say hi! Going up to people from DU that I recognized during orientation events, even if it was something that I felt a little nervous doing ended up being one of the best decisions! It is how I met new friends that I now get to travel with almost every weekend!

Go out of your comfort zone! For a naturally introverted person like me, it can feel super scary to push myself out of my comfort zone. But doing small things like speaking up a lot in class build up confidence over time and make things like class presentations feel more manageable. Going on a solo trip felt extremely daunting, but I booked one to Scotland and it ended up being my favorite part of fall break! It was something that a year ago I could never imagine myself doing, but I was so proud of myself for!

Incorporate pieces of home! Things that I regularly do at home- like going on long walks, baking, and water coloring are all things that I have added into my daily life here in Florence that give me not only something fun to do, but make me feel more at home. 

Focus on your life! With many of the people that I follow on social media also being people from DU traveling abroad, I really struggled with comparing my life to what I was seeing on Instagram. People would be traveling to far-flung corners of Europe, while I was staying in Florence for a weekend to get adjusted to my new surroundings. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of FOMO, which all of my friends know, is something I struggle with- even at DU. I decided to delete Instagram and TikTok off of my phone, so I wouldn’t find myself scrolling every free moment I had and instead could only look at them on my iPad during time I dedicated to being on a screen. 

Don’t be afraid to ask for help! This in perticular is something I have always struggled with. However, in a country where things can be completely different, asking for help can make all the difference. For example, I needed to find batteries at the grocery store last week for a food scale. I wandered to where I thought they would be and after not seeing them, I decided to ask a cashier for help on where to locate them. It did take me a moment to find them (included me mistakenly walking into the store bathroom) but with more help and a few laughs, I made it back to my apartment, AA batteries secured.

Embrace down time! This last takeaway may be the most impactful for me. Back at DU, I would schedule my days down to the minute, planning what I was going to eat, what clothes I would wear and most importantly, having something to do so that I would not feel that I was being “lazy” by having free time. However, an Italian motto that I was told on the first day of being abroad was “piano piano”. It means to take things slowly. The Italian way of life is one that embraces taking breaks- from afternoon relaxation time where shops close to the people meandering through the streets (opposed to my speed walking around). I have loved having time where everyone is relaxing, so I don’t feel as though I am not doing as much as my peers at any given moment. 

As I am writing this, I am just returning from my week-long fall break that took me to Switzerland, Scotland, and the Netherlands, so look out for a recap of that trip soon!

Arrivederci,

Caroline