Babs

Babs is my guardian angel in Dakar. He says I am like his mother, but I think he does more mothering! He texts me every day to check in, goes out on the streets of Dakar with me to follow my dear cattle, finds out the relationships in my family, and explains that the vegetables in the bowl we eat from are  mostly ornamental, so I feel free to dig in. We talk a lot about cultural differences. He thought the story of the woman who sued McDonald's over the too-hot coffee was unbelievable.
He, of course, is the best wrestler!