Road to Rwanda----First Impressions

 Our internet is difficult,  Just a hotspot off our old phone from China and that took a while to make happen.  There isa lovely assistant director here, Fred, a Rwandan, who has hung with us for the last 2 days, through ATM's, phones, internet, water faucets leaking (2 of them),  endless shopping, etc.  Such a blessing to have a young gentlemen to walk this road with us.  Thanks to the Andrea, the director's wife, as well.  The director is in the States settling in a child to college. We could not do any of this ourselves: we have no wheels, we don't know where to go, and we don't know the language.  Always humbling to be so completely dependent on others.  But we have spent most of our adult life in this kind of situation.  Never easy, but acceptance that it is the only way we can set up living outside of our own country/culture.  

Impressions:  Rwanda is a busy, lovely country.  The absolutely CLEANEST place I have ever seen.  There were people out sweeping along side the highway way up at the back- of -beyond in the mountains.  There is not a speck of trash anywhere.  Remarkable. People smiling and greeting us at every turn.  Not very many expats.  really.  I remember being told that farmers in Ecuador sometimes fell out of their fields, and that is the way I feel here.  

We have a brand new 2 bedroom apartment about a kilometer from the school.  We will see how walking every day goes.  I had hoped I could bike again, but it is fairly hilly, and REALLY scary to have the traffic buzzing by besides the bikes. They have bike-taxis here as well as moto-taxis.  Interesing. We have barely stepped on campus of the school but it is a lovely place, and soon we will get more acquainted with everything there.  Right now, we are just trying to get the apartment set up and food in our bellies.  Pray about jetlag.  I am tending to sleep for 2 or 3 hours and then get up and work.  Just the way it is. God is good. Congested traffic in Kigali, the capital, with literally hundreds, of red vested moto-taxis whizzing by with people hanging on the back of motorcyles/scooters.  Strange wrapped bundles high in many trees.  (I kept thinking they might be burial customs, but found out they are beehives!!) Soldiers/police with rifles and larger guns very present, but friendly.   Warmer than expected, so are storing away the sweaters that we brought. ....that is a blessing.  Truly the country of "a thousand hills".  Very high mountains