|Happy New Year,|
The evening is cool and the sun set about a few hours ago. My friend, Drew, and I just took a walk around the Baptist Campus, where we live on our days off. I'm here in Bouake to fix my little ipad that fell a few feet and decided to spider crack its way to death. I am also here to make cookies. Lots of cookies; a peace offering to my Ivorian family for leaving them a few days early.
For dinner we splurged and bought a pizza from one of the new shops in town, a sign that Bouake is sprouting anew after 10 years of war. Sorel, a student on campus, joined us for an hour of eating and conversation - reminding me why I live in Cote d'Ivoire.
Earlier that day, as we passed each other on the way into town, our girlish screams of delight startled the moto driver. Later, munching on crunchy crust, we covered subjects like public health education, our craving for christian community, and how someone stepped on her glasses and now she's practically blind. We talked about our mutual friend Pauline (pictured above), and mourned that we wouldn't see each other for a few months. Sorel is my unexpected friend - and "Franglais" is our language.