Dear _____,

It’s that time again for a new blog post, but I ran out of new and creative ideas for blogs. I hope you don’t mind I’ve stolen this topic from a fellow missionary (Jenn). I hope you enjoy it!

Dear Dust Storm 2012,

I really, really love the wind you bring to Dakar. The cool spring breeze upon my freshly sunkissed face is marvelous. I can’t explain to people how much I love it when you make my hair dance in the wind.

This picture is of a missionary friend, Tricia’s, house. They got it worse than we did for sure!

What I don’t like about you, however, is that when my happiness eludes me and a large smile sweeps across my face, you- in all your glory- hit me in the face with excess dirt. I am getting rather sick of having brushed my pearly whites, only minutes later to feel like I bit the dust while running down a sand dune (Katie).

This just isn’t working out for me. I might see you around, but I really would prefer for you to clean yourself up next time around.



Dear Ladies Outside the Mosque,

I. Love. You. Buganala torop.

I love the fact that we don’t speak each other’s language, yet we get so much joy out of seeing each other. One day, I would love to be able to sit with you and find out about your life. If only I could speak Pular, Wolof, and Serar… un jour mes amies… un jour!

Even though I can see the hardness of African life on every wrinkle on your face, I think you are all so beautiful. You are all so unique and welcoming. You were created for a purpose and you are so incredibly loved by the maker of Heaven and Earth.


Yaangi Ci Sama Xol, Buganala

Dear Americans Who Donate Clothes To Africa,

Please do not send used underwear.


Person Who Sifts Through “Gently” Used Underwear At The Market


Nashville: Day One. Spicy Popsicles.

Here’s a brief synopsis of what I did yesterday in Nashville. First, I went to Frothy Monkey with my friend Jasmine. I ordered the Cortez. If you’re not a curry fan, which I am not, I’d shy away from this chicken salad sandwich. It was not my fave. I wish I had been impressed, but I wasn’t. Jasmine’s sandwich (the Royale) looked amazing.

Then we went to meet up with my friend Jess at Sweet Cece’s. I love Sweet Cece’s. I got sweet cream frozen yogurt with kiwi, strawberries, and fruitty pebbles. That is probably the best combo I’ve ever done.

BUT THEN!…. (the only thing that REALLY made me want to blog)

We went to Hot & Cold on 21st. I had the absolute best popsicle. I’ve been craving spicy and sweet foods for about two months. I went in thinking, “I wonder if they have any spicy ice cream?” They did, well sort of. I got their pineapple popsicle with cayenne peppers in it. It was so so so so so good!  I really am going to try next week to make my own at home. This will be interesting because I’ll probably make the spiciest popsicles of all time.

Bring it spicy goodness.

Photo Cred:

Pineapple-Chile Paletas, courtesy of Norma and Irma Paz of Las Paletas, Nashville.

Makes 10 paletas

  • 1 medium ripe pineapple, peeled and cored
  • ½ cup fresh lime juice
  • 4 pinches fine salt
  • 2 cups sugar
  • 10 pinches chile de árbol powder or cayenne pepper, or to taste

Puree the pineapple, but not too smoothly. Stir in the lime juice, salt and sugar by hand until dissolved.
Add chile powder.

Fill 3-ounce molds and freeze the paletas for least 24 hours and up to 2 days.

Dip the molds in lukewarm water to loosen paletas.

Paletas: Mexican Mango Paletas Recipe

My Friend Lizzy :)

Me and Lizzy at her wedding!

I just thought I’d introduce you to my friend Lizzy. I like her and thought you all would too!


Lizzy and I met through CRU during my sophomore year.  I knew we’d be instant best friends because she’s from Franklin, Tenn., and all my  best friends in college have been from Franklin.  It’s weird, but it works. She got married this summer to an awesome man named Jon.

So, if ever I write about Lizzy, you’ll know who she is! 😉

That’s about all I’ve got. It’s a homework day today, so I better stop procrastinating.