I had a late night on Saturday and was hoping to sleep in a bit on Sunday. I found that rather challenging, though, when I awoke around 8:30 to the sound of my roommate Nicholas yelling to another roommate, Thomas:
"Hey, you are ready for both goats, yeah?"
"Yeah, bring them out...and can you bring me a beer?"
Thus began Goat Roast 2008.
By the time I emerged the cooking was well under way, and the guys had even figured out a way to protect the grill from the morning's intermittent rain. Side dishes were prepared in the kitchen, and by 2 we were ready for guests to show. The guests, mostly Rwandan and Belgian, spoke a lot of French but there was enough English being thrown around that I wasn't completely lost. I met a Rwandan rastafarian who was gearing up for his first trip to the US, and another Rwandan who wanted to hear all about ORI. The weather cleared up, too, and left us with a beautiful, lazy afternoon of food, sports (sort of), and music.
There are a few more pictures in the album.
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Love it!
Your trip sounds very interesting. I heard from my teacher, Mr. Patrick Gordon, that you are his dad's friend's son. He told us all about how you traveled to Rwanda to get a feel of the aftermath of the genocide since it was its anniversary. It's so cool how you get to experience the Rwandian culture.
Belated Happy First Month Anniversary! You've certainly had many interesting and inspiring experiences....as a life-long learner should.
Hi, I'm Rory and I am a student of Mr. Patrick Gordon. He told us many things about you and your trip to Rwanda. Being a part of the anniversary of the Rwanda genocide is one unique experience. Your blog, which was shared to the whole class, of the Rwanda anniversary and their expressions touched me. I developed small tears of my own, knowing what Rwandans experienced. Thank you for sharing your experience with us.
this is the best adventure, by far. but, what i want to know is where is your heart at this time? how has it changed since arriving in Rwanda?
Ah Nick, the jealously and happy-for-you-type-joy is welled up in my throat all at once; I can barely contain it! I closed my eyes reading that post, tried to recall sitting on my porch in Kampala with fresh, fresh juice and a view of rolling hills (not unlike yours from your pictures! I'm not surprised that Kigali and Kampala look so similar) and the fifty million different types of green...and I felt peaceful for the first time in a while. Man I miss it.
I am also so incredibly in awe of you living, and I mean actually LIVING, learning, (maybe) outside of your comfort zone...I feel like I'm not doing those things. I feel like teaching in NYC was the safest thing to do and that what I really want to be doing is sitting in the DR or Brazil or Mozambique pushing myself further than I have.
So until I get the guts I'll live vicariously through you...and plan to see you in E. Africa this summer! Can't wait!
*jenni*
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