I can’t believe it. I don’t want to admit it to myself, or anyone else for that matter. It makes me nauseous to think about it. Here it goes…I only have three more months in Cape Verde. Three months that I plan to chock full of overdue visits to friends, mentors and family; three months of cachupa, fresh fish, and doce di papaya; three months of somehow trying to make sense of leaving this place that has crept into my being and stolen my heart.
Here’s to making one ending just another beginning —
Papa Pool visits CV
Parti di nha familia di Cabo Verde e Merka
Climbing the volcano on the island of Fogo
Subi di vulkon na Fogo
Not one but TWO successful Carnavals!
Brinka na rua pa Carnaval
Sharing in the celebration of newborn babies, baptisms, weddings and all that’s in between.
Nha novu sobrinhu, Lucas e fofu di mas
Cachupa and lasagna — exchanging American and Cape Verdean cultures
A partilia di cultural di Merka e Cabo Verde
Showing off our recycled wallets at the summer camp
Cartera di resikladu
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