Amazing Things Can Happen

For anyone who knows Andrea, I have some shocking news. Since we moved to Kigali, I have seen her go for seconds on lentil soup. I have seen her finish several dishes with green beans.

I have no explanation for these events, and will testify that I am an eyewitness. She states that the green beans are just different here.

Flashback in Time

Now it's time to take you back to the good old days of the end of May 2009. I had meant to start this blog then, but didn't have any internet access yet. In fact, at the beginning of the week, Zoe and I had no internet, no phone, no car, no radio, no newspaper, no mailbox, no sense of where we were in the neighborhood, and no TV (in English). It was pretty frustrating at first.

Our temporary furnished house is a nice enough place, and bigger than our apartment in New Orleans, though that doesn't say much. It has a master bedroom (though we didn't know it had a bathroom until a week or two later -we thought the locked door without a key must have been a landlord's storage / utility area - then we found the key). It has two other smaller bedrooms and two small shower baths. Both showers have the curtain rod much too high, and so water gets all over the floor in spite of having a curtain.

There are beds with very stiff foam mattresses, and a small crib for Zoe with the same. We got a mosquito net our first day here. I suppose I should flash back a little further to say that Andrea's work had a driver awaiting us at the airport. He had already dropped off a load of a few things to get us started as a household, such as sugar, coffee, tea, powdered milk(?), and clean sheets. No salt, no food, no toilet paper, no towels or dishrags, no dishsoap, no handsoap, no mosquito nets, etc. So, Andrea asked the driver if he could help us with a few things, and he soon returned with the net and a few more staples. Interestingly, he did not get an insecticide-treated bednet (ITN), which is what Andrea's work promotes as the most effective way of reducing malaria risk. Because of the jet lag of 8 time zones (though we are only 7 hours ahead because of the US celebrating daylight savings), we slept pretty soundly that night. The next day, one of Andrea's co-workers, an expat named Elise, drove us around to three of the places she shops at, and we got some cleaning supplies and groceries. Then she showed us her house, and we had a rest there. It was really wonderful as she and her husband have a lovely home, and a cute little girl, a little over a year old. We got to see that you can really make a home here, from first-hand. It was very encouraging.

Then the next day Andrea went to her first day on the job, and Zoe and I were like canaries in a gilded cage, as I have described above. It wasn't bad, exactly, but it wasn't what we had come for. By the end of the week, we had been exploring both the garden area below the house (and within the walls of the estate) and even taking walks around the neighborhood. Zoe was extremely uncomfortable with walking on a road made from dirt, covered with rocks, and not completely even. Again by the end of the week, this had improved some.

As you can see from the photos, we have a little front driveway area where Andrea parks the car that her work lets her (and not me) use during non-work hours. There is a high wall and a little guard house. There are two units on the top and two on the bottom with the garden below.

Home is the Sailor, Home from the Sea.

We now have a place to hang our hats! Well, not exactly now. On August 15th we should.



We were informed earlier today that we now have a signed contract between Andrea's work and our new landlady Eugenie. She owns a beautiful 5-bedroom, 2 1/2-bath house about a block away from our current temporary furnished housing. It has been in the process of being completely re-done for many months. Such a thing can be a long, drawn-out process in most of the developing world due to a lack of home improvement loans and mortgages. And so for the last 13 or 14 months she has been living in the partially-done place, overseeing workers with the little bit of income she had available for it. She also maintains a home in Spain, where she works as an artist. We like her very much, and she seems to have picked us from several viable offers simultaneously.

Even more so, we like the house. It's a little rough right now, but we see great potential for us to enjoy it. It has a master bedroom for us, and next to it Zoe's bedroom, which is spacious enough. Across the hall from hers is a playroom, which is a little smaller, and may be intended for a live-in domestic, which we do not need. Also across from Zoe's room is a storage room, and likely the laundry area. Then further down the hall are our office and the guest room, which are nice as well.


There is -of course- a kitchen, which has pale yellow tiles on the walls. The counters are being redone in marble or a Corian-like surface that we quite like. The cabinets are being done from scratch. The appliances will be new as well. Outside of the kitchen is a separate entrance with a beautiful view, and inside is a rather large pantry.

Out of the house is lovely as well. It's a fairly large plot of land with decorative gardens in the front, and a good view of the valley below. Then behind the house, we have a retaining wall upon which is the TV satellite dish and a vegetable garden plot, as well as the ubiquitous water tank.

On the side yard we have a flat area which will be a terrace of concrete, some green spaces, and a brick BBQ! I picture this as a space where I can teach Zoe the wonders of riding bikes. Of course, this will have a guard rail.

Below that is a garage, and a little house will go in near the gate so that the guard can have a place to sit for protection from the sun or rain.

All in all, a cozy little place for us. It should be ready around the time our household goods are ready for delivery.

Here We Are

Well, Hello!

This post is intentionally short. If I wait for it to be perfect, this blog will never get off the ground.

We are a family of three who moved from New Orleans to Kigali, the capital of Rwanda at the end of May 2009. Mama Mzungu (we'll decide on pseudonyms or not in the next few weeks) got a good job working for a non-governmental organization (NGO) here in Rwanda that we thought was a great opportunity for us, and we leapt at the chance.

That's enough to start, I guess. You'll hear more from us soon!