Rwanda

The week took a bit of a heavier turn once we headed down to Rwanda.  With a focus on such a sad history, and a 17-hour drive down and back, it was difficult not to have a lot of thoughts and questions and discussions about human nature, agency, morality, forgiveness, etc.  The heaviest day was the first in Rwanda--we went to a genocide museum, to a church where 5,000 people were killed, and then to 'Hotel Rwanda' for dinner.  Dinner was beautiful, but it felt a little strange to be eating at a place where hundreds of refugees tried to hide.

Friday was much more uplifting.  It was wonderful, actually.  We went to this place called Azizi Village and broke up into small groups to spend the day with villagers.  We hoed a garden, cut grass (and carried it on our heads), fetched water, ate a really good meal, weaved, and played with children.  Everyone had a great time.  So much love.

Some of us also went to a fancy Indian restaurant and...I decided I probably just should not eat Indian food anymore.  Maybe.  I will probably end up doing it again because it's so good...but maybe just when I'm back in the states and have full control of making sure no nuts are used at all anywhere near the food.  The rest of our time was spent traveling.  Probably spent 60+ hours on a bus this week . . . but that's alright with me.