Step 1: See work is closed on Wednesday for Assumption Day, whatever that is. Step 2: Begin to form plan in head. Step 3: Inform your husband about 19 seconds later you’re going to take vacation days Thursday and Friday, piggybacking on the random Wednesday off, and jet to Spain.
Barcelona, here we come in about T-minus four hours! We’re also going to drive up to the little country of Andorra for a day. I will have a balcony, booze and a boy. And a Pyrenees mountain to stare at. The only way it could be better is if the sky suddenly started raining Runts.
Here’s a subject jump that has no connection: I love Senegalese names. They’re pretty and fun to say – and some are downright funny. Here are a few favorites I’ve collected during the past year.
- Lotta Gaye (yes, Gaye is pronounced “gay”)
- Soda (a woman’s name)
- Daddy Jack (this guy was actually from the Gambia, but close enough)
- Pape Diop (the di- sound in Senegal sounds like a J – so, for my unconditioned toubab tongue, this name becomes Pop Jop)
- Boobs (phonetic spelling), a shortened version of Bubacar
- Everything ending in -ou: Abou, Abdou, Hapsitou, Apsitou, Fatou, Bintou