Hop Ski PST!

Alas I have some time to write this long awaited release! The whole concept of time here in PST(pre-service-training) has faded and blurred. "I can't believe I have been in Senegal over a month!" is what I wrote a month ago. So I guess I can't believe it has been over 2. I'll back this thang up a bit.....
 It is a strange feeling being dropped of in a large Senegalese family (in the dark), speaking a language almost completely foreign in a land that is entirely foreign. It is at that moment that the American umbilical cord is snapped (figuratively speaking) and eyes are opened wide. You gasp for air, grab onto whatever comforts you can find, and start re-constructing life. -needless to say, the learning curve is not very sharp at first.
NOW FACTS: PST is a time for learning both culture and language. I live (lived) with a with a very large, religious, and extended Senegalese family in a compound often exceeding 40 people in the evenings. Meals are served in a large bowl with 6 to 10 people eating together. I have mastered the art of eating rice with my hands.... which is usually served 2-3 times a day (most certainly bland but is growing on me).
I am learning a language Fulakunda which is a form of the Pulaar dialect. It is very difficult! and different from any other language I have learned, but I am optimistic about picking it up :) PST will end on Nov 4th (3 days from now) and from there I will move to my permanent site in the Cassamance region of Senegal. Its a beautiful place and hopefully I shall put up some pics!