All Good Things Must Come to an End

Well, Mauritania has been being pretty good to me since the softball tournament in Dakar. When I got back my house finally had water all day and everyday. My classes were going pretty well. I was spending more time talking with some of the directors at my school. It's been nice and cool relatively speaking. I got a meat smoker. I sealed my house and killed off all the flies and mosquitoes. Took care of my student loans and taxes... Some other good stuff has been happening too. Just good stuff all around... but Mauritania is finally striking back!

So it all starts with the super dependent dog at my house who couldn't stand sleeping alone and outside one night so she destroyed the door and the therefore the insect seal keeping all the bugs out of the house. Then just this last week I went out to Tekane with Mike to help out with a Girl's Empowerment and Education project out in village. I thought that would be a good time... and it was but my sunglasses fell off on the trip out and got destroyed by the road and that night my MP3 player was stolen.

Then when I got back from my spring break/st. patti's day trip my house was flooded and just so I would know that Allah was messing with me after the flooding now I have no water at my house again! So we'll see what happens the rest of this week. Hopefully the taxes come soonish and then I can order an mp3 player and get it here within the next two months.... I could also see something going horribly wrong with testing totally alienating myself from the school directors again! Gotta be ready for absolute crushing disappointment in this country.. it's their number one export.

But thankfully guarded optimism is my number one export, or at least just seeing how funny all of this stupidity is. Plus I got some other generally good stuff going for me right now that I won't disclose on this blog at moment for fear that Allah might take that away from me too! But, to quote Larry David from the appropriately titled show, Curb Your Enthusiasm (that's the casual self-title for my whole service over here) it's Pretty, Pretty, Pretty Good.

Peace Out, Love you all.