I had a love crush with Senegal. I tell you guys, a piece of my soul is still stuck back there. Almost two years ago now, it was my first solo trip. I experienced deep fear and deep happiness and deep sadness and deep gratitude, also freedom and purpose… sometimes all at once. I cannot describe with words my time there and I cannot show you the million pictures I keep inside my head. Only the ones that I’ve took. This makes me realize, above all, my memories are my most precious possessions and I will cherish those as long as I can.
Here is a bitof my journey. I hope it gives your heart a small piece of how it felt for me. The colors, the smell, the light… I have to admit that I regret not having videographic skills for making a more accurate report. It would have been even more precious. There is something about this place that I will never be able to put in the tiny box of my camera. Still I am so in love with this place and those photos. I hope you will too. I feel like sharing a piece of my soul here. Senegal makes you feel this way. I hope someday you visit this corner of the big wild world.
I came as a photo-reporter for POUR UNE ENFANCE SENEGAL voluntary association and ended up being most of the time a teacher and a nurse. If you speak french and want to know more about my journey, an article as been published in Bippity Magazine: here.