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!