Saturday, April 17, 2010

What a Difference a Day Makes

Friday I awoke at 4:45 a.m. in the muggy hot capital city of Congo, threw my junk in my backpack, was driven to the MONUC air terminal, waited hours, flew to the center of the country, waited many more hours, flew to the East, and waited in the rain for an hour for the car to show.

That night I dreamed of surprise solar eclipses and that the sun was speeding up in the sky baffling scientists.

Saturday I awoke at 11 a.m. and walked – walked! walked! walked! – free and alone to the border crossing, got my passport stamped by an older woman who patiently spoke to me in rudimentary Kiswahili, and WALKED through no-man’s-land to Rwanda, to the beach, met friends there, drank cool white wine, soaked in sun, swam in the lake, read Marie Claire, enjoyed two hot chocolates, listened to the waves, had DEEP conversations, and got a massage at the spa.

Life, o! life.


s said...

welcome back

Rachel said...

Thanks, S!!! :o)