Saint-Louis, Senegal

Today I left Dakar for my host community of Saint-Louis (pronounced San-Loo-ee here in Senegal). Saint-Louis is about a five-hour drive from Dakar, so my partner teacher and I set out for our road trip bright and early. Despite being tired, we couldn’t keep our eyes off all the sights along the way. The terrain, landscape, and views were so different from what we’re used to—stretches of dry land, herds of animals, roadside markets, and glimpses of daily life unfolding in ways that felt both unfamiliar and fascinating. Here is a glimpse into what we saw…

Our host teacher met us at our hotel to greet us and get us settled in. We are staying at the historic Hôtel de la Poste, a place that feels like stepping back in time. Built in the 19th century, it was once a gathering place for pilots delivering airmail across Africa and has hosted notable figures over the years.

After settling in, we had a few hours before meeting our host teacher again for dinner, so I set out to explore the island of Saint-Louis. The city itself is incredibly rich in history. Once the capital of French West Africa, Saint-Louis is now a UNESCO World Heritage Site, known for its unique blend of French colonial architecture and West African culture. The narrow streets, colorful buildings, and ironwork balconies give it a distinct character, one that feels both vibrant and reflective of its past. It honestly felt a little bit like New Orleans.

As I wandered, I crossed over toward the Langue de Barbarie, the narrow peninsula that separates the Senegal River from the Atlantic Ocean. What I found there was striking. The beauty of the coastline was undeniable but it was impossible to ignore the visible impact of erosion and the overwhelming amount of trash along the shore. It was jarring. A reminder that alongside the beauty and history, there are very real environmental challenges facing this community.

In that moment, I had to consciously take off my “Western lens” and instead try to observe with curiosity and humility. There is so much complexity here, history, culture, environment, and daily life all intertwined. Today was not just about arriving in a new place, but about beginning to understand it, even in small, imperfect ways.

 

Dakar School Visits

Our morning started at John F. Kennedy High School, a public secondary school with a long-standing reputation, particularly for its role in the education of girls in Senegal. I was placed in a classroom with a masterful educator who, despite limited resources, had all students engaged in her English lesson. 

Given that English is a second language (many times the third or fourth language) for Senegalese students, she ensured all students understood the vocabulary, practiced their pronunciation, and knew how to communicate clearly. She had a great sense of structure in her classroom as well as lots of well-behaved students. Seriously, they didn't even whisper. They just tapped each other, but only if they needed to borrow a ruler or pencil. I'm hoping my students are reading this and taking notes 😊

Later in the day, we visited an elementary school in Dakar, meaning I was so excited to get to work with younger students. I got to join an English lesson for students who were 6 to 8 years old. So far, they have mastered greetings and questions such as "How are you?" Today they learned, "Who is your Mother" and "My mother is _____." I even practiced with them in the school yard, which is a large patch of dirt, after class got out. Even in classrooms with limited resources, there was no shortage of enthusiasm, participation, or joy in learning.

Across both schools, one idea continued to stand out: students here are already building global competencies every single day. They are learning in multiple languages, navigating different cultural contexts, and engaging with ideas that connect them to a wider world. It’s a reminder that global learning doesn’t require perfect conditions, yet it grows from experience, exposure, and opportunity.

In the afternoon, we gathered back at the hotel to prepare for our upcoming host community visits. The conversation shifted from observation to reflection: What are we noticing? What are we still wondering? And how do we carry these experiences forward in a meaningful way? Until tomorrow, as I am off to Saint-Louis!

Ministry of Education & School Visit

This morning, we settled into the conference room as Dr. Marie Gueye, an International Education Specialist, guided us through a rich and nuanced introduction to the Senegalese education system. Where did it come from? Who shapes it? What does a typical learning environment actually look like for a student here? The answers were more layered than I expected. Senegal's education system carries the fingerprints of its colonial history, its linguistic diversity, its Islamic heritage, and its ongoing negotiations between tradition and modernization.

A panel with Ministry of Education officials followed, focusing on AI and vocational innovations. The discussion covered workforce readiness, teacher support through inspectors, and the growing role of AI in education. I was most interested to hear about what AI looks like in a system still navigating resource gaps and infrastructure challenges. What also stood out was how closely these conversations mirror those happening elsewhere, even as they emerge from very different contexts and with similar yet different constraints.

The afternoon brought what will likely stay with me most and what I've been waiting for since I first heard I was heading to Senegal for my Fulbright exchange. We visited a public high school in the Médina neighborhood of Dakar. The highlight was a performance by the school’s English Club. Watching Senegalese students speak, perform, and engage in English with confidence and pride made it clear that these students are not preparing to become global citizens, they already are. They are navigating multiple languages (for some, English is their third or fourth language) while learning through global ideas, and doing so in classrooms that are, by many measures, under-resourced. And yet, what stood out most was not what they lacked, but the energy, agency, and pride.

The photo on the right is the school library for a school with 2000 students

Today reinforced the value of this exchange. It is not just about observing another system, but recognizing shared challenges and approaches. Seeing how Senegal is addressing education with creativity and determination has already influenced how I think about my own practice. I'm excited for an elementary school visit tomorrow.

 

US Embassy in Dakar 🇺🇸🇸🇳

Today was our first full day exploring Dakar, and it did not disappoint. We started the morning with breakfast on the hotel patio, which sits directly on the Atlantic Ocean. From there, we headed to the U.S. Embassy in Dakar. After navigating tight yet efficient security (with repeated reminders that absolutely no photos were permitted, they were very serious about this), we were welcomed by embassy officials for our orientation and health and safety briefing. The visit offered a fascinating window into the embassy's role in supporting educational and cultural exchange programs like ours. We spent the morning deep in conversation about Senegalese schools, from the country's 14 Inspector Authorities to national initiatives like Miss Science and Miss Math, which are actively working to close the gender gap in education. We also learned about Senegal's ongoing debt crisis and its direct impact on schools, a sobering reality in a country where all public education is fully government-funded. The conversation ranged widely, and there was no shortage of moments that made me think differently about challenges I assumed were uniquely American.

One of the most meaningful parts of the morning was hearing about the relationship between the United States and Senegal, and why international partnerships in education matter so much. As teachers, we talk all the time about preparing students to be global citizens. Sitting in that embassy conference room in Dakar, I felt the full weight of what that phrase actually means. Programs like this don't just broaden our perspective; they remind us that education, at its best, is a bridge. Every connection made between educators across cultures ultimately finds its way back to students on both sides of the ocean.

In the afternoon, we were scheduled to visit the Museum of Black Civilizations. We arrived to find it closed. No explanation, no sign, just a gate attendant who turned us away. We all laughed and said, "Welcome to Senegal," and honestly, that felt about right. There's a rhythm to life here that doesn't always bend to itineraries, and learning to roll with it is definitely a requirement here. So we pivoted to a nearby market. 

The colors hit you first, bolts of bright fabric in deep indigo and burnt orange stacked next to hand-carved wooden masks and vivid sand paintings. Every vendor greeted us warmly, calling out hellos and the phrase that became the soundtrack of the afternoon: "Looking is free!" Which is true because negotiation is very real here. Prices here are fluid, and first quotes are just the opening of a conversation. Somewhere around 50% off is where things tend to land if you're patient and willing to smile through the back-and-forth. It's less like shopping and more like a game of back-and-forth prices. I currently have approximately zero room left in my suitcase, so today was strictly a window-shopping day. But I'm carrying donations to my host community, and once those are unloaded, I'll have two gloriously empty bags and a very clear plan for how to fill them. The market will be waiting, and my suitcases will be ready...