Parties and meetings, meetings and parties. And lots of food.
With only a few days left, that’s all there is to do! Party, meet, eat, party, eat, meet, meet, eat.
Parties to celebrate the awesome people African Road is working with. Meetings with leaders, Patrick for organizing sponsors, important farming type people (let’s grow mushrooms! Or at least start farming sustainably, eh?), and board members of really cool NGOs.
As you probably know, all meetings must include food, drinks or both.
So the real reason I’ll be fasting over Thanksgiving isn’t to raise awareness, it is because I’ve gained enough weight over the last month that I’m worried about keeping my shape from becoming too round.
It’s been delicious and fun and informative and beriyoshe (delicious) and loud and busy and delicious. It has been hard for me to realize my time here is ending. I’ve been here long enough my mind has adapted to Rwandan rhythms. While rainy season has finally begun, I am looking forward to getting back home. The sweaty heat is overrated. But it’s hot hot heat until just after noon when the rain arrives for an hour or two, drops 5 to 20mm or so and quits. Wierd. Freezing temperatures will be shockingly refreshing. Or so I keep telling myself….
Tomorrow there are two more meetings, then Lori leaves. I’ve a report to finish writing for Lori about the kids in Cyangugu. I don’t think I gave it justice with the blog post I wrote, so I’ll probably share it after it’s finished. Hopefully there’s also time for another meeting with Patrick for some final details and to give him my laptop. He or one of his kids will be able to get more use out of it than I do (Grace could use one for university or Eric in high school). There’s no such thing as free public internet here and I need a good excuse to hang out at the library more.
This won’t be my last blog post, I promise. But it may be the last time you hear from me before I get back home. I’ve learned flying into the wind currents will make my layover about 8 hours shorter. So I only have a 10 hour layover this time, hooray! Meaning I might have to see if there are any standby seats available on an earlier flight. There are flights to LA, Denver or Chicago that would get me in about 6 hours earlier. Which would be awesome since I’ll be too cold and too broke to leave the airport.
4pm Kigali to Ethiopia. 10:15pm Ethiopia to DC. Hang out from 7:30am to 5:30pm when I fly to PDX. Hope mom and dad bring me a big warm coat And a warm fuzzy blanket, scarf, mittens and a hat. At least. Maybe a hot water bottle too…
Oh, and don’t forget the Christmas cds.