Ahhh...the neverending hunt for hot water. It’s like camping....only a bit more civilized. It is Sunday; you only have to listen to the joyful music pouring out of every church in town to know that it is God’s day. What a lovely thing. The fog rolled in over the town this morning - enough fog that it was hard to tell there was anything out there. It quite reminded Charlie and me of the scenes in the movie, Hotel Rwanda. Really made us think.
We enjoyed our breakfast on the patio this morning. They swept the bug wings up as we ate. We headed up to see baby love at 9:30 - what a beauty! We spent over an hour there and the church next door sang beautiful worship songs the entire time. There were a few that we knew, so we sang and danced along with them! Baby love seems very pacified by music, so we are very glad that we brought so much of it with us! We remembered from our adoption trip to China what a soother and connector music can really be. While we were enjoying family time, a young woman came in who was there to visit her baby boy. The sisters took in her son and let her come to visit him and keep an eye on her. The Home of Hope is a truly amazing place. People are always coming and going. While we do not know everyone, the sisters surely do. There was an American family who drove into the orphanage while we were there; they come every Sunday to play with the kiddos.
We hiked back up the hill to the store and to Bourbon coffee. We got to check our messages and enjoy some time in civilization. Makena is quite a hit. When we walked out the sky was ominous. By the time we made it down to the orphanage I had to pick up Makena and have her shield her eyes from the dust storm. The walk back to our hotel was dusty enough that it got into my shoes and rubbed a blister and popped the blister - no kidding! It is ugly and for the record, all we brought were Tinker Bell band-aids. Lovely! We made it back just before the rain fell. The sound reminded me of the footsteps of runners about half way through a marathon. When the chatter has stopped and everyone is focusing on the finish line.
It was back to the orphanage after a nap to spend more family time with baby love. We were so happy to see eight other families there who had just met their children! Amazing! They were from two other agencies and the kids were all ages. There were even two little girls there the same age as baby love! I am hoping to spend a bit of time with them and get connected via Facebook or email, just so the girls can keep in touch with their crib mates.
Dinner is in a few minutes. I went with the baby spinach and avocado salad again - yes, this makes three nights in a row. I’ve had it three times and it has been completely different each time. Now it is kind of a game to see what will show up! We had to convince Makena to order something different though - she has had pasta for every meal except breakfast since we got here! The fruit and vegetables are different than she is used to...she’s not thrilled when they bring out the sides sometimes. I will admit that we ordered her fish fingers and french fries for dinner tonight. Oh well...at this point it is about keeping her happy.
Our new driver is picking us up at 6am tomorrow. We’ve got several places to be early in the morning, and then we are hoping to spend some time with baby love. Sometime over the next few days we also hope to utilize our driver to see some of the Rwandan sites. Charlie and I really want to go to a few of the genocide memorials. Sitting on our balcony on the dirt road and viewing the houses all over the hills, it brings back sites from the movie Hotel Rwanda. It can instantly bring you back to reality and send chills up and down your spine.
