Three... three... three four...

 ...is the strange counting our dance teacher does before we joyfully, and wholeheartedly, mimic a series of African dance moves.  He has his work cut out getting us to hang a bit looser but we are happy to lose ourselves in the music and learn the routines.  A great aerobic workout, where no one would be remotely bothered if we just sat down and watched!  The mental challenge and co ordination can only be doing us good.  Love the people we have met and it is nice to mix beyond teachers.  It is also in French.  I found myself blurting out the words 'and when we do the big bird dance, what leg is first?'  Not only did I get an answer, I also used the correct leg.

I have just mounted the IB Exhibition.  It has been a triumph.  The amount of fuss I have made personally, was well matched by the ambition and high quality work by the 2 students involved.  They both had a strong drive to reference Burkina/ African motifs.  What a journey it has been.   It still needs to be photographed, annotated and marked by me for moderation.  40% of the final grade.  Nearly there now.

Both exhibitions not in final situ in these photos.

With the, arguably, hardest part of my working year nearly over, I sat down to unwind with some paints today.  There has been some amazing jasmine in flower in our garden.  The fragrance is worth inhaling before setting off for work and the flowers are like exploding fireworks.  The flowers only last a day and I can see that the buds are all nearly spent.  It was well worth a painting.  

Not yet finished but then neither is our holiday.

Our friend has just been delivered a small street dog puppy.  These littluns slip through life's cracks all the time.  Unrestricted breeding and a pretty tough life dodging traffic.  It is probably around 4 weeks and not really ready to be without mum.  Mum had been driven off with stones and it had to be rescued.  It has a strong will to live and has luckily taken to solids.  De flead, de wormed, de ticked.  It will be given a wonderful life after a rough start.  In general, dogs here are timid.  They often wear collars and although free roaming, belong to someone.  He is now called Mango.

Being on holiday meant that we had time to explore our local health options.  We had seen a local hospital/clinic type place within walking distance and thought that was a good place to start.  Called Franny Clinic (yes, I know).  We worked on a paragraph on google translate before hand and with charm and broken French, navigated our way to the dentist.  I have now had treatment in several countries, settling for extraction rather than stilted conversations about root canal treatment in broken English.  The dentist was just lovely and spent a long time with each patient.  First come first served and we were 3rd and 4th in the line.  We had the best teeth clean ever.  I seems we may be able to have new teeth implanted to replace our lost ones.  Might as well whilst we have insurance.  That needs to happen at another place, so something to look forward to next holiday!  Luke had eaten some rather pungent blue cheese before leaving home for our dental visit and was dispatched with a prescription for some mouth wash...