Chez Goshen Our Last Day in Dakar

I believe some of the best moments in life are still locked up in the unknown of what's next. Our last night in Dakar was a chance to anticipate and plan for some of those moments. We enjoyed a spaghetti meal together and shared some thoughts. We began the process of good-byes to Chez Goshen and to look toward the unknown of service.

Chez Goshen is many things. It is Chez SST and Chez French Class by day, Chez Don and Chez Kevin by night. It is a place to get band-aids and sneak extra time on the internet. It is full of laughter and discussion during break times and filled with singing before each weekly meal. Chez Goshen serves American sloppy joe and potato salad that has no resemblance in taste. Occasionally it is a place for the sick to rest, but more often it is a drinking station and bathroom stop between long walks in the desert heat. It is group story time with a good book. It is refuge. It is card games. It is fun.

And now it is silent.

A full, but successful Study-Term behind us and everyone was ready to bust out into the country's interior and transition to a Service-Term. The mango tree at Chez Goshen seemed like the best place to snatch a group shot before service departures the next morning. Students are located from north to south in Sénégal.