(Two 50 lb checked bags, one carry on closer to 60lbs, and a small backpack all ready to go! ) |
What it smells like...
When I first stepped off the airplane I took in a big “gulp” of air. Breathing slowly and with my gut. It smelled like home, the smell I had been craving. A little smokey from the burning of eucalyptus trees releasing a tangy barque scent. Also theres a sweetness in the thickness of the air, (and that is probably the humidity) However, when I breath the air here it’s like I’m actually breathing something, a tangiable thing; the air has flavor.
What it sounds like...
(Baby M is more interested in his box of biscuits then that cupcake) |
I decided that since I could not sleep I would go for a walk to watch the sunrise! I gathered my camera, slipped on my moccasins and crept out the door not to walk up my roommate. (Side Note: I am blessed to be rooming with a lovely lady, who happens to have 5 grandkids, she is just now starting her missionary journey and is working at the school). As I stepped outside the sky was already turning a hazy purple blue. Pink wisps of clouds rose from behind the mountains. It was such a sweet moment.
Later today, I was able to visit some old places of mine today, a coffee shop and the pool. Having activity helped to fight off the jet lag. I am hopping for a solid night sleep tonight, so that I can be ready for my first day of oficial intern business tomorrow.
What it feels like....
Since I have been in Rwanda I continue to keep reminding myself to take in each moment. And remember where I am and how I got here. I am continually amazed at God’s goodness and love, so evident in his creation!
(My favorite flowers...) |
(Misty hills) |
(View from the top of the hill when I just started my walk) |
Wow! Your are a wonderful story teller. I felt for a moment what is must have been like. Thanks for sharing. You don't know me, but I know you through your mother and grandparents, Jan and Gaston. May God bless your summer and your life, Marilyn McDermett
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