May 30

I lie in bed my eyes closed but my mind away. In less than 30 hours I will be in Rwanda. I’m anxious about this trip, and after last year, in Indian, I honestly have no clue what to expect. Will I be pleasantly surprised and arrive to a country where they say is now safe for tourism, decked out with running water and electricity. Or will I arrive to a country in ruins, still pledged by the genocide in the early 1990’s. Regardless, the emotions from India are beginning to resurface, the feelings of watching people suffer, starve and even thrive against all odds are becoming so fresh is my mind. Either way, I plan on going into this summer not only with and open mind but and open heart. Some of my friends have called this trip “crazy” or “ambitious”, maybe it’s a little bit of both, but I am so fortunate to be given this opportunity to follow my crazy/ambitious dreams.