



Unfortunately, these pictures turned out a little blurry because I didn't have the camera on the correct setting. Next time they will come out better. :)




We all woke up around 8 and ate a breakfast made of eggs, carrots, and bell peppers. The home-cooked food was delicious and felt so African (I am sure that it was more luxurious than a typical African breakfast). After eating, we packed up to leave to go to Elsie's shop and proceed to Musanze. We were quickly introduced to African time- the bus driver arrived about 2 hours late. During our waiting time, some people went to play soccer with the neighborhood kids while others sat with Elsie in the courtyard. The soccer kids quickly learned that the certain hand gesture called "pounding" does not translate well. When the kids attempted to fist pump the African children, one child responded " I don't do that, I am Christian." We have yet to figure out what that means. Meanwhile, Gretchen was able to talk to Elsie about her experience with the genocide- what an amazing experience to listen to someone who has lived through such a tragedy. Both her mother and her father were killed; she was able to escape Scotland with her two kids and husband. She lived there for 6 1/2 years and returned to Rwanda where she couldn't sleep for nearly 2 years. I can only image the thousands of conflicting feelings that she possessed towards her fellow citizens, her family, and her country. Recently she was able to speak to her father's killer who later told her the location of his body. Her father's body was found and will be buried in August.
When the driver finally arrived, we went to Elsie's store were we bought some handmade items. We stopped by bourbon coffee for lunch and drove two hours to Musanze. The drive was gorgeous as we were driving into the mountains and it gave everyone a chance to sleep, and think about our trip so far. After getting to the city we drove around quite a bit and then went to the cultural village- it was extremely entertaining (pictures will never do it justice). Brett and Gretchen were so sweet to be our queen and king- they fit the part well. After the cultural village, we went to the volcana lounge where we had pizza with another group from Saudi Arabia. It was fun to get to talk to them and hear about their trip- they leave Friday. I wish I could talk in immense detail about everything that we did today but I didn't want to make this longer than it already is. I do want to say thank you to all of our parents- this is an amazing experience that I, and hopefully everyone, will never forget. I cannot help but see God in everything here.
-Lesley
The plane ride was…long, yet i walked around and made some new foreign friends! Bourbon coffee looked just like a coffee shop you would see in America, and I had a super yummy smoothieJ Exchanging money made you feel rich cause of the HUGE stack of money you would walk out with and also how many thousands they gave you, much different than America. The Genocide Memorial was a culture shock, not even 20 years ago the murder that happened here is astonishing especially when you see so many friendly people, some pictures you would see of a dead body hanging out of a car or seeing a dead body of a toddler was not something I expected on my first day in the Country but the most surprising was seeing hundreds of real human skulls and femur bones and wrist bones just lined up. It was almost too much. Karibu restraint was intresting. With almost no food and 10 of us trying to eat yet the good attitude of the group was so refreshing! And last of all Elsie's home was stunning, nothing like I was expecting Africa too look like inside the gate, 3 story home with a winding stair case, I was surprised also to have my own bathroom and room! Outside the gate was the poverty I was expecting though. While we waited for our bus to leave that next day everyone was shocked to see all the "mzungu"(translation:white people) as the yell it every where we go! Haha well that's all for now!
-Millie