A group of my new friends and I went to the fabric market Tuesday afternoon. The weather was beautiful. The humidity wasn't too bad, not too thick. The sun was hidden by the rain clouds and the day was perfect for an adventure. We walked about 30-35 minutes to this street in the center of town to find fabric to make clothing back at the ship. The journey there I was looking at all the colorful outfits that the Beninese were wearing and which types of fabrics I liked. There are so many different kinds. Vividly colorful, subtle, busy print, large print, small print. When we got to the street my mind was overwhelmed. There must have been 40-50 shops of just fabric. Each different but similar. They all had a few of them displayed in front of their shop hanging from the awnings. The street was busy with zoombies and cars and children rummaging through the streets. I finally found one fabric pattern that stood out to me over all the rest. I wanted something that is cultural but something that I could wear back at home, something to remember my trip by. We have a seamstress that come to the ship and makes clothing for us. I will use my fabric to make a skirt and possibly something else depending upon how much I have left.
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