So an athiest Italian, Muslim Nigerien, Catholic Burkinabe, and I were at a bar...

Sounds like the beginning of a joke, but true story.

One of my favorite parts of each day is actually biking home after work. Speeding past other bicyclists and slow mopeds, and sometimes the public bus. My celebaterium, or 10-unit shared compound, is located in a calm, quiet neighborhood away from the center of the capital. It’s quite international—Nigeriens, a Cote d’Ivorian, an Italian, and Burkinabe from around Burkina Faso. If we were a team at pub night, our collective knowledge would kick ass.

*Too many interesting PCVs are in the computer lab, so this entry has been neglected, and it’s time to go home…sorry, mom!

Perspectives

"Life is difficult. Misery is optional."

I could complain and complain about my assignment here, bureau politics, the thieves who stole my bag, market shopping, bike-riding accidents, and many more topics if forced to. But doing so makes me look for negativity in a country where I don't want to be a negative person. I am so lucky and fortunate to be able to experience living in Ouagadougou. Every day, something new amazes me.

My new mantra.