Celebrating Eid in Mali

Despite the fact that I came into the office yesterday for three hours, and that it was 90 degrees, it kind of felt like Christmas.  The city was brewing with excitement (and slaughtered cows) as everyone put on their finest outfits and jewels to celebrate the end of Ramadan.  Festive music was being played loudly on every corner (and that is when I realized I hadn’t heard any music in the past 30 days!), and children and adults alike burst out in fits of laughter and dance.

After work, my boss invited my colleague and I to his house for some chillaxin and beef.  Here is how I spent Eid.  

   

Chillaxin with my American colleague and my Malian boss

Boss’ daughters all dressed up for Eid

 

Brewing very strong shots of tea for the gang

 

Some local herbs in our pitcher of water? Anyone?