Today marks the end of week two in Rwanda. The time is flying by but I still have a month here to take it all in. It's pretty much allergy season year-round here so I'm finding myself much more tired than normal. This is my first weekend staying in Kigali, which, so far, has been spent like most of my weekends in the U.S.--sleeping in, coffee, running, more sleeping. Tonight we're hitting the town for the annual KigaliUp Music Festival so I'm hoping to find some good tunes for a kickass "African Summer" playlist.
I've picked up a few Kinyarwanda words, which is the most widely-spoken language here and feel like I'm getting a pretty decent grasp of Rwanda's history. If only I would have known in middle and high school that the most surefire way to get over my hatred of history was to just go see these place for myself...
Here's a little sampling of my new vocabulary:
Thank You=Murakoze (I use this one like it's going out of style)
Good Morning=Mwaramutse (this is a fun one to say
How are you?=Amakuru
I'm fine=Ni meza
I'm surrounded by lots of smart women here in the volunteer guest house. We've got an Oxford and Yale MBA, a Tufts grad student (international affairs), a Clinton School public policy student, a Standford med student (and me representin' Hunter College!) I'm inspired by there perspective and conversations...and sometimes annoyed at their type-A-ness. I'm happy to be around big thinkers. These are the kind of people I want to be around and learn from as I think about and step into my next career move. As worldly as New York is, it's easy (especially as a Social Worker) to get sucked into a tiny, micro universe. Africa is helping me open up parts of my mind again, giving me room to think big and think freely.