When my husband came back from Africa, he casually mentioned that while he was there, he saw some of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. As his wife, I'll admit that I bristled just slightly. Well, I thought, I'll be the judge of that.
Then I saw the pictures.
No, I generally don't look like this at my dental appointments.
Or any other time for that matter.
And what struck me in all of the pictures wasn't just their beautiful faces, but how the women carry themselves, their proud, upright posture.
Maybe it comes from carrying things on their heads,
but by comparison, all of the Americans look slouchy.
And the colors! I don't think "khaki" exists in Senegal.
Against the barren landscape, the colors seem especially vivid.
Together, the women remind me of a garden of summer flowers.
This pink dress especially impressed Cholita. "The girls all look like princesses," she said with an envious sigh. What a compliment to the women of Senegal. Despite circumstances that seem difficult, they remain princesses.