These past few weeks since arriving home after Christmas has been jam packed with so, so many amazing opportunities; like carving jewelry with native Taureg men, visiting a hospital for disabled children, volunteering at orphanages but most notably visiting this village. Sadly school classes will be starting up soon and I will become busy again, so I felt that I had to write about my experience at this village. After living in Africa, or overseas in general, for a while one grows numb to certain experiences that are actually quite fascinating. Driving down the roads to this village and watching the huts pass by on either side, it dawned on me how this is a totally different world. Less then 3 weeks ago I was driving through New York City, huge buildings on either side, women with handbags that cost more than one of these villagers will see in their whole life. I bonded with one of the little girls, I lovingly nicknamed her as my singe, which is monkey in French. Where ever I went I had a possy of at least 8 young boys following me. Some of the older women in the village helped me design pots abut I was much more interested in playing with all my new friends. The young boys and I raced down through the clay and rocks to the edge of the river. I have included some pictures of the children.