One of the best words to describe my time in Rwanda thus far is "hospitality." The Rwandans and the ex-patriots I know are so hospitable towards me and Rita. Here is what the past week looked like when it came to hospitality:
- Tuesday: dinner with the religious sisters who live next door to us. I
Just 5 of 9 kids at the ex-patriot dinners
- Thursday: the weekly dinner with the French Fidesco family, an Australian family, and an American family. This time it was at the American family's home and the mom, Christine, made vegetarian chili, cornbread, and cookies. Yum! Sometimes we ate by candle and flashlight because there was a lightening storm and the power kept going out.
- Friday: an amazing dinner at the French family's house. They had invited another ex-patriot, a British name named Nick, and Rita and I to dinner. Nick brought Camembert cheese and wine, Segolene and Ronan brought out French pate and fish for dinner, and then it was all followed with candied praline cookies and Ile Flottante, a French dessert that translates into "Floating Island." Everything was delicious and the conversation was good too. We spoke about gardening and what seeds or foods are available in Rwanda and where we can find lentils and garbanzo beans (in Kigali, 2 1/4 hours away).
- Saturday: I was invited over to the formation house for the Misioneros de las Corazones Sagradas (Missionaries of
Three of the four kids in the French family:
Louisia, Thibaut, and Vianney
- Today (Sunday): after a morning Mass, the head mistress, Sr. Goretti, invited Rita and me over for lunch. We got to eat meat (yay!), cassava for the first time (not my favorite), and banana beer (better than normal beer in my opinion, almost like wine and juice mixed together). Afterwards Sr. Goretti, Rita, and I faced off in two games of Uno.
Now switch to the garden. Rita and I were busy bees yesterday and we succeeded in forming rows and planting almost all of the seeds we plan to put into the ground. Because we only had a hand spade and no shovel, I dug the trenches between the rows with my hands (the ground had been broken up and aerated the week before by men from the school) and Rita used the spade to move the cow fertilizer around into the trenches. Once the rows were made, we got to work planting red onions, carrots, lettuce, parsley, cucumber, and cabbage. I didn't take a picture of it yet, but I will soon. We still have to plant corn, zucchini, and cilantro.
|It's harder than it looks! Notice the red clay soil.|