Ten days left.

I still have no plane tickets, because the university has to get them for me and after two months they keep saying they'll do it tomorrow (which now means on Monday). That doesn't worry me though: the worst that can happen is that I buy the tickets and they give me the money back. I am more worried about the malaria medication that I have started taking today, and with the pill on my stomack am waiting to see if I show any of the potential side effects: allucinations, severe diarrhoea, headaches, etc. Doesn't it sound like a great weekend plan?

Although I haven't left yet, after these last couple of weeks I feel part of me is there already. It may be because of all the time I am spending with Senegalese migrants here in Spain: listening to their stories about Senegal, taking pictures of them that I will then take to their friends and relatives, listening to their music and eating their wonderful rice with fish (thie boudienne). All that is left is to take off and do that which I have been planning for the last couple of years. And, of course, see Alex again :o)

Ten days, Insha' Allah!

(Crossposted on Lunatica Canadensis)

Mamma Li at the Albaicín. With papers, without work and with 10 kids in Senegal, she weathers the storm with a smile.