This is the third of five posts about travel that celebrate the launch of my online class, Manifest Money for Spiritual Travel.
Traveling back home after a long absence can be as disorienting as leaving felt in the first place. Everything seems different, but you are stuck wishing it felt familiar.
When Diene and I traveled back to Senegal last, it was the first time he had been back home since he moved to Wisconsin. In most ways, he seemed as at home as he did when I first met him. But a few things had changed: he was more hurried then before, our pace of life having picked up dramatically in the US, and it was taking both of us a few days to shake that off. Impatience, a relatively American quality, was something we both had to work on overcoming now.
His family was doing some home improvement projects which required us to make several trips to neighboring cities for supplies. We rented a neighbor’s car to go to Mbour to get wire casing, but they didn’t have the wires we needed. So we continued on to Saly, where we got the wires, but came up short on the mortar. A trip to Joseman proved fruitless and by this time, it was too late and we’d have to continue tomorrow. The next day, we made four different stops before we found all the paint we needed. Continue reading