Yes, I am fully aware that the title of my blog post makes Christmas sound kind of sad, and in reality it kind of is in Mauritania. Shocking I know, being that this is an Islamic Republic. But I figure that life is a trade, being that the next year and a half of my life will continue to be one outrageous experience. Fine, Christmas consists of a 5 inch tree that my site mate's Mom sent me. (THANK YOU BECCA'S MOM! That was such an awesome surprise!)
Actually, life in the RIM is not so bad right now. For Christmas, nearly all of the volunteers in- country come into Nouakchott for a party at our country director's home. I came in a few days earlier, so I have spent the better part of the past week on the beach and hanging out. For everyone's information and to clarify Lonely Planet's asserion that Nouakchott's beach is nothing spectacular, they are full of it. The beach here is BEAUTIFUL. Nouakchott is in the desert, and the desert just drops off into the Atlantic Ocean. It's a very pretty view.
At any rate, there is a Catholic church in Nouakchott for Christmas mass, football at Obie's house, and all the ice cream I can eat. Christmas can't get much better than that, and New Years in St. Louis, Senegal should be even better. Really my only complaint is that I would do pretty much anything to be with my family tonight. But, again, life is a trade.
Merry Christmas all from the Islamic Republic of Mauritania!
Joyeux Noel. I obviously cannot spell in French. Or English for that matter. Whatever.
Monday, December 24, 2007
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