So, the land of a thousands hills has very few turkeys. At the HRH Thanksgiving party last night we saw three of them, deceased, sadly. Or not so sadly. It's odd how "food from home" seems so compelling and exotic at the same time. Even in the warm weather, tropical clothing, inky dark skies, we had a table crammed with more food than the 40 or so people present could eat. Yeah, just like home.
There was a group photo that took a long time to organize; there was a wine table and a pie table and Rwandan ice cream. There was pureed pumpkin and tons of green beans, aforementioned turkey and lamb. There were people talking about what they were going to do, instead, these holidays. Pat is spending Christmas on the pediatric floor of the hospital. She's going to bring food for the families (hospitals here don't provide food for patients) and toys for the children. I think it might be The Best Xmas Ever.
Others are taking the opportunity to see other parts of Africa: Senegal, Namibia. One group is going white water rafting this weekend in Uganda.
There's a restlessness to ex-pats over here. A further dis-location maybe, but adventuresome, riding the unfamiliar, no longer so concerned with what's below the surface, what The Answer For Rwanda is. We do what we do, and we hope that it helps. And we keep our spirits comforted.