Last year I wrote a blog called, “Getting ready for Russia.” I asked how it was even possible to get ready from something as huge and deep and vast as Russia. I ask the same question now about Rwanda. And even as I ask, I recognize the privilege I have to even be able to ask these questions. Because I really did go to Russia. And I really am going to Rwanda.
Tomorrow, actually. Our bags are packed and waiting by the front door, miraculously underweight. My Kindle is loaded with great (I hope) books. And my son has just written to inform me that the room we will occupy has been “cleaned up.” (What a relief!)
For this is a family trip. We are going to spend time with our kids and grandkids in a beautiful place that also just happens to have elephants and drums and dancing Quakers.
I can hardly wait.