It was BEAUTIFUL. I wore a life jacket and floated on my back. The tides turned me so I couldn’t see lava; I couldn’t see razor wire; I couldn’t see dead grasshoppers or the rickety ladder or hear people speaking NGO-lingo or French.
All I could see were me, the green mountains of Rwanda, and the sky reflected in the lake.
All I could hear were the waves.
I could wallpaper the White House with all the photos that I've already taken of this lake...