I'm so fortunate to have an amazing village - not the romanticized Africa from the movies - but the real hard livin' joyful energy of a small town.
I haven't wielded the SLR camera yet - but I took a few snapshots to share the feeling of my neighborhood:
The main dirt road through town - don't let the power lines fool you - they're high voltage lines that don't actually deliver any current to the village. Such is the irony of rural African development.
Cotton trucks frequent the road, fully laden with fluffy stuff to be processed in factories in Central Benin. In one week I've seen three of these big boys tipped over. One of them dumped cotton all over the center of a neighboring village. When I stopped to take a picture a guy approached me with a diamond mining proposal. I politely declined and scurried away on my bike.
Every fourth day the market gathers in the center of the village, bellow the big tree.
Herders come from miles around to gather at the cattle market - one of Goumori's primary attractions.
Peace Corps doesn't like us to post pictures of the outside of our homes online, but things are shaping up quite well inside. It's cozy - a newly built concrete structure. I'm waiting for the local carpenter to craft a table, bed and some other furnishings. In the mean time cinder blocks and 2x6s shall suffice.
and I scored some sweet patio furniture from the Fulani artisans.











































