Life, it changes.

It’s a weird feeling when you go to a school in the middle of Rwanda and the students all speak four languages. What is even more shocking is that most of the students know more about American culture than I do. Some even know American history more than I do. That comes as a huge shock.

Going up into the mountains on weekdays is usually an interesting drive. We load up in the truck, which is a normal 4 door passenger truck. The problem is, we have 13 people. So, we fit who we can into the cab and then cram everyone else into the bed.

It must look really odd seeing 8 white people (Muzungus as they call us) just riding along in a truck bed. I wonder what they think as they pass. At least they seem happy to see us here.

Made it to Rwanda safely about 2 weeks ago, and it’s been great so far. It’s nothing like I would have expected. By that, I mean it’s nothing like The Lion King. I’ve been learning a lot here, and time goes by super fast. I can’t believe that I’ve been here for this long already.