So when it was time to leave it was very sad for everyone. Over the few weeks that I was in Mali, I formed relationships with the villagers. So for me knowing that I may not ever see these people again brought tears to my eyes. The hardest part was packing up because all the children were helping me and everyone just looked so sad. The good thing is the school’s foundation was completed and now the villagers can build the actual school for the children.
While there I had kept a diary so I can always reflect on my experience in Mali, maybe one day share it with my own family. Before we left we went to a local street market to purchase some souvenirs. Although it was sad leaving I missed my family and was ready to sleep in my bed. We had to drive several hours to go back to Bamako, and then get ready for our long flight back to America. We also had a final dinner and reflection time in the city. Overall I will never forget my experience in Mali. I thank you all for your interest in my wonderful experience and hope you were well informed.










